Nathan listened without speaking or truly reacting to her words, his arms resting loosely on the arms of the chair as she spoke. To his credit, he genuine listened to what she was saying, tamping down on any small flares raised by irritants in her words. Not that there were many at all, which was the most surprising of all. He'd expected this talk to include more qualifications, more excuses, and while it had only just begun, there weren't the ones he would have predicted coming with the topics that were addressed.
Was she telling him what he wanted to hear, what she wanted to believe of herself or what she really felt? As always, that was the dilemma. It was a difficult one to sort out and the answer continued to allude him. Everyone he could talk about this with was biased in their own right by their connections to each other, which was legitimate and Nathan certainly wouldn't have expected anything else. He had simply come to realize there likely were no solutions to this until he could find those things necessary to settle this once and for all – belief in and trust of her.
"You weren't doing anything I wasn't doing myself," he said as he rubbed his jaw, lightly dismissive but not feeling that dismissiveness. It had been a dark, ugly time then and those words flung at him were down the list of grievances he still had now – on it, but not one of great importance.
"But go on," he said, resting his arm on the chair again.