Nathaniel had sat himself at the table and was lost in thoughts of his own. "I don't mind," he says to Martin's apology, "I don't usually talk much anyway." He offers the man a weak smile.

"As far as Anders goes..." he sighs as he rubs at his eyes tiredly. "I have no idea what to do. I keep trying to tell him it's not his fault, but he won't listen to me."