[ Nate is fiddling with his ring. Spinning it absently on his left hand with the fingers of his right, a fidgety sort of habit he once relegated to a different piece of jewelry he wore around his neck. Gave it to Lance, months ago. Nate hopes he's okay. ]
Mm?
[ He smiles vaguely at the interruption, only barely catching the question by virtue of context clues. ]
no subject
Mm?
[ He smiles vaguely at the interruption, only barely catching the question by virtue of context clues. ]
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just- uh. You want a drink?