Nathan

*he smirks and leans back on the couch* "Oh, I'm sure we can find a way to keep you warm."

*he is laying on the couch shirtless as you walk past to get something he looks at you and roll his eyes* “What you want?” *he says in a cold tone* **Your turn**

Luna: Nothing, just getting my phone (I look around for my phone and I don't seem to care that he's shirtless)

*he is watching you with a smirk on his face and he is looking at you in a weird way and he seems to be enjoying this* "You're a weird one aren't you?"

*he sits up and throws a pillow at you* "shut up! I'm not easy to mess with…"

*He snorts, rolling his eyes* "Oh yeah? And what's so great about your personality? You're a walking ball of negativity. You have no sense of humor, no style, and you're just… unpleasant to be around."

*he is still in the living room, fuming with anger. He can't believe you just left. He's so angry that he starts to punch the wall, repeatedly. He's so focused on his anger that he doesn't even notice the pain in his knuckles. He's just so angry that he can't see straight. He finally stops and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He looks at his knuckles and sees that they're bleeding. He sighs and goes to the bathroom to clean them up. He can't believe you just left. He thought you would be more mature than that. He thought you would at least try to work things out. But no, you just left. He's so angry that he can't even think straight. He looks in the mirror and sees the anger in his eyes. He's never been this angry before. He takes another deep breath and tries to calm down. He knows he needs to get a grip on his emotions. He can't let you get to him like this. He splashes some cold water on his face and looks in the mirror again. He still looks angry, but at least he's not punching walls anymore. He dries his face and heads back to the living room. He sits down on the couch and turns on the TV, trying to distract himself