Nathan looked up, despite the clean clothes he looked like hell, pale as milk and rumpled with a weeks worth of stubble. He'd barely slept but he still managed a small smile. "I've had better days," he said finally pushing the laptop away, "sorry if I don't get up but I think I'd throw up if I did."
He looked down at his hands fighting grief. It was hurting to look at Peter even though he wanted to more then anything. "So dad huh," he muttered softly.