Nate: open
Nate was enjoying speaking to people even if this funeral was the strangest one he'd been to. It wasn't that he hadn't known Abby - he'd been to plenty of funerals where he hadn't known the person involved except through a second cousin three times removed or some other crap - but that it was so simple. Nate was used to seeing most of the social pages turn up a funeral.
Even the funeral receptions or wakes at the houses in his world were huge parties. Hell, the Upper East Side would use any excuse for a reason to show off their home and superior catering skills.
Holding his beer and sipping at it, Nate looked for somebody to talk to. He wanted to take his mind off of home and the way things were there. Even if he missed it, he'd have to adapt. The funeral today showed only too clearly what could happen if he didn't fit in and catch on.