Nathan had seen some strange things during his time at Blackwell. He was used to dealing with crazy shit that Hayden and the other guys came up with while drunk or high, but the sight before him now was something he would never had expected to see. Closing the door behind him, Nathan walked around to the other side of the room; eyeing the guy occupying his bed as he went.
It was obvious Warren had simply crashed immediately after walking in, he was sprawled on the bed so that his legs and arms were hanging over the sides and seemed to be asleep. Nathan wasn't sure how to handle the situation, given the distinctive lack of clothing on the other boy. He came to a halt and carefully kicked Warren's hand, not really believing it would work. But Warren stirred, his head snapped up to meet Nathan's gaze when the latter cleared his throat.
"Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" Nathan was surprised how even and calm he sounded as that was not a reaction he'd normally have. The situation was simply too absurd for him to process it, so he was left feeling strangely calm.
Realization seemed to hit Warren as his eyes widened in horror. The boy pulled himself together, trying to keep his front covered as he moved back. "Uh, I was in the shower." was his answer.
"Alright." Nathan paused, feeling slightly amused as he watched how Warren wobbled trying to sit up. "That doesn't answer why are you in my bed." he pointed out.
When the other guy just frowned – seemingly puzzled why his answer hadn't been satisfactory – Nathan came to realize Warren was drunk. He allowed Warren to take his time while trying to do the complex act of sitting up and thinking at the same time, and finally the guy came up with another answer.
"I wanted to tell you I'm sorry." he confessed in a tiny voice. Nathan didn't get the chance to respond before Warren continued: "I shouldn't have hurt you. I'm sorry and my head hurts."
The naked boy looked like he was about to burst into tears, either from emotion or the pain.
Nathan let out a sigh as he leaned down to yank the bed covers violently from under the bed invader. Warren fell on his side, hugging himself tightly as he tried to keep his modesty intact. Nathan threw the blanket over the boy, but kept the bedspread himself. Warren soon peaked from under the freshly acquired cover, watching as Nathan took of his jacket and sat on the couch with the bedspread in his lap.
"Umm..." Warren started but wasn't really sure what to say.
"Just go to sleep, it'll help the headache." Nathan assured, kicking off his shoes. He could hear 'thanks' being mumbled somewhere under the covers, and as Nathan laid down on the couch that wasn't really suitable for sleeping, he briefly wondered if he was losing the last of sanity.