Not like you made my fiancée break up with me. [It's probably better that way, though. He's less likely to kill her again. He smiles sadly, giving Nate a smack on the shoulder before he moves to get up from the bed.

He's insanely curious who this 'someone' is that Nate's thinking about-- because he's a nosey little shit, and he loves the little tidbits of mutant drama. It's like the Young of the X-Restless around here.] Right? Cause who needs therapy? Not me, that's for sure.

[He doesn't want to sit in his head long enough for that.] How long you been holed up in this room? We should go do something. We could get drunk? Eat our weight in Ding Dongs? Break some shit?