Truly, Nate didn't have any issue listening. As long as she never expected him to gab back in that gifted way. She could talk all she wanted. There was a normalcy there, it was his friend, it was her and if she was any other way, then he'd feel something was missing. "Nae. Not a bit. Promise, luv." he tells her, his smile comes easy then.
"I willnae find my favorite in Austin. Laphroaig An Cuan Mor" He says it, it's a song off his tongue. A mistress he misses from a world far away. A sigh then as he remembers the smokiness. The peet flavor. It's home. "I am nae too picky."