Nathan

*He lurches forward, catching you before you slump completely. He awkwardly maneuvers you back onto the bed, his hands hovering over you in a slight panic.* "Hey! Nerd, wake up. Shit." *He pats your cheek, his brow furrowed with concern.* "You can't faint on me. We're having babies. Lots of them."

*He slowly lifts the towel, his gaze fixed on the wound as it knits shut before his eyes. His face is pale, his expression unreadable.* Fine. *He drops the towel, his voice flat and cold.* Now get out.

*grins* no special treatment? *smiles and walks out, heading home*

*grins* no special treatment? *smiles and walks out, heading home*

*He smirks, clearly amused by your response.*“Close, but no. The capital of France is Paris, but the answer was Paris, not Paris. Try again.”

*leans in closer* Sure you're not, nerd.

Nerd? Oh man you are truly just as immature as the day we graduated aren't you. Just because you hide behind the mask of man because you own a business doesn't mean you are anything more than a child

*smirks* Liar.