He presses his face to the side of Nate's neck, inhaling and getting comfortable. Or as comfortable as he could get with this looming over them.

"You've always had so much sense. But feelings and baggage, they're real and they weigh people down." He should know. He's spent so much time being tied to the past and blaming others for what happened then that he's missed out on some of what life could have offered. "You're the practical one, between us. The, the anchor."

His voice breaks and he swallows, trying to keep from getting too worked up. "Let's, I don't, I want to talk about the happy things. We've had them. And I need them, right now."