Nathaniel had been incredibly worried about Anders, though he hadn't voiced his thoughts to anyone. He knew that the man was blaming himself for what had happened, and nothing Nathaniel said was helping. That he would have smashed the microchip just as Anders had, apparently didn't matter; Anders was determined that this was all his fault.

So Nathaniel had tried to let him be, and though it bothered him that his lover had all but disappeared lately, he hadn't commented on it. Even when he was home, he kept his distance, and in many ways that was even harder.

But he's home tonight, and Nathaniel hopes that this will become the norm once again. The smells of baking lure him into the kitchen, where he sees Anders trying to leverage some strange concoction of frosted flakes out of a baking pan. "Is that edible?" he asks, somewhat skeptically.