"Yes." he is moving over to her bag already but he hasn't separated from her, her little hand is still in his. He's a man on a mission and his mission is to get her out of here with him. The bag is scooped up. It's light for a bundle of everything she owns but he doesn't say a thing. He swings it over his shoulder and starts moving for the exit and his truck outside.
Maybe there are rules. Maybe there is something he's supposed to do. Maybe they're supposed to "tell" someone that he's taking her and bringing her with him but his mind is not set on policy right now. He doesn't give a flying fuck about all the rest. All he cares about is that she's alive and he has her.
They pass by people. They go through the door. The sun is hanging orange in the sky, sinking down and painting the clouds around it in a vibrant purple. It's a fitting scene.
His truck is his truck. He's had it forever. They've driven in it together countless times. In a way it feels like just another Wednesday night and they're sneaking out of something to go be alone. He tosses her bag in the back and then opens the passenger side for her. Nate is reluctant to let go of her hand, even to move over to the other side of the truck. He isn't ready to release her yet. So instead he leans down and kisses her. It's the soft. His mustache is soaked with whisky and so is the kiss but his heart is clear. "I missed ye, Bunny. Aye how I missed ye.