Her hands are cupped together. And she watches him.

There is something unsettling to see a man who wields guns and has bled gallons in the middle of lone rainforests to be fidgeting as much as he is. Leg shaking, nails tapping, fast, not like usual restlessness, fast. Like he's terrified. And he is.

She can feel it just sitting in the room. The air is so tight around the two of them. He's on the couch, she's in the hallway, right over here and he can't even see her.

Not a lot makes him scared. Well. Not really scared. Not shaking in your chair kind of scared. Not the quiet kind of scared, because she knows he can't hear that he's carving into their end table with the way he's moving.

So when she enters, she decides to do it slowly. She takes a seat beside him.

"Everything is going to be okay." She whispers. He doesn't move though, until she taps his shoulder.

He kind of jumps a little.

"What? Sorry, I didn't hear you."

He's staring up at her. Eyes so wide, and heavy.

She tries to be smooth, she goes to grab his tapping fingers,

"I said you look like there's something on your mind."

He feels her hand, though, and he hears the tone in her voice, he lets his head flop to the side,

"Elena, I'm fine…" He says it with a laugh. God, his charming lies.

"I know, you're fine. You're just terrified is all." And she leans into him.

He averts his eyes, and he leans back into the couch, settling into the cushions.

He's silent for a few seconds, but he looks like he tries to say something. But he gives up.

She looks at those eyes again,

"Talk to me."

He blinks up at her.

"He's hurt and across the country…"

"And he is with the man who has saved your ass how many times?"

He smiles a little.

"I just. He was bleeding out, you know I've seen that guy take a beating, one hell of a beating. But you know. I know he'll stand when he's dead."

She shifted.

"Did Sully let you stand, Nate?"

He lets himself chuckle dryly,

"He's a stubborn old guy when shit gets nasty… No."

She touched his arm.

"Everything is going to be okay… You know that."

He did. With every movement he made to deny the fact, he really did.

"I know that, but."

But his brother was in pain without him to help for the first time since he's been out of prison.

And as he moves his eyes, she knows he's seeing him beaten, and broken, and in an old home. One that he's been out of for a long time. And still not long enough.

"He's okay, Nate. And you're okay, Nate."

He leaned into her arms.

He reached for her other hand.

"Yeah...We're okay."