His main objective had been to head to the bar, grab a quick drink before meeting his siblings and his daughter for dinner. But a voice in the back of his mind, the one that kept telling him he had been sober too long to screw this up, had caused Nate to take a detour onto one of the balconies instead. Leaning against the railing, he had begun to mentally wrestle with his demons, with why the fuck after months of being sober, he was so easily drawn to making the bar his default when he had time on his own. This wasn’t the first time he had begun to make the trip to the hotel bar, but it was the first time he had managed to stop himself.
That had more to do with the time than with a desire not to to drink.
Times before when Nate had found himself on the island with some spare time, it had been later, fewer people around and definitely no chance of running into one of his siblings - namely one of his sisters. But now, before it was even dinner time, he wasn’t about to go risking it.
Nate shifted to look at the doors when he heard them open behind him, offering the other man a friendly expression as he joined him. “Nah, I don’t mind.” He answered in reference to the cigarettes. He didn’t smoke, but he didn’t fault the people that did.
“Probably because not everyone’s tolerant of people’s bad habits,” Nate answered, though there was no judgment in his tone. “I’m not one of those people though, we’ve all got bad habits and who am I to stop you from engaging in yours?”