An introvert, Nate was a hard man to get to know - at least inside and out. Two years in this place. Two years since he'd welcomed the world to come in and seek shelter and had met Savannah and her family. He was closer to Gray but they had intimate conversations about the LBJ, the state of the world, the history that lead up to this place. It didn't mean that that he was hiding from Savannah, it was just that the right questions hadn't been asked or explored. The conversation had never gone in that direction. That was fine with him. He was in no rush. A friendship was organic. It happened quickly or slowly and he was pleased just to have that chance at all. Pleased that he could share a drink with her and after all this time on top of each other at the world's end he still had worlds he didn't know about her.
"Whit is she proposing?" he asks her. It's easy to slip into that advisory role. He's happy to listen and offer advice if she asks. That's up to her.
"It's fun watching ye tak' a crack at it" he tells her but shakes his head when she asks him. He gestures to the book, holds up the bottle too.
After the blob rain, it'd been fairly lax around the place.