Initially, his reaction was that of concern. ‘Was she okay?
Was she upset or worse-- hurt??’ Then, it shifted to mere curiosity.
‘Perhaps he’d forgotten something--?’
Dark brows raise for a second, then furrow deeply shortly after
as he tries his best to try to piece it together. But alas... Nothing seems
to fit. He can’t figure out the cause, but--
He realizes then, that really ? She needn’t one. She need only ask
if she wished him to stay longer. To tell the truth? He’d been trying to
think of a way to get to know her better -- spend a little more time with
her perhaps, if she’d like it.
Nate’s expression softens greatly, although still not entirely certain
as to WHY-- he complies to her plea regardless. Perhaps she was just
lonely; sad, perhaps. Maybe she just needed some company. But surely..
She could choose someone more interesting..? Someone with more to say
and more to do? Nate had no illusions: he very much knew he was not the
most spectacularly interesting person in this day and age. In fact, most
could [and likely would] consider him a BORE.
Nevertheless, he shifts; turning towards her once more, and nods;
features visibly full of curiosity and concern, as well as.. perhaps..
Empathy. Gentleness sat in his gaze, as if he were afraid she would
shatter like porcelain, if he were not careful. Still soft, still warm--
he simply offers a small nod and smile, returning to her side, his voice
offering comfort, should she need it.
“ Mm.. Would you like a tea, then? -- or perhaps a coffee?
It would be no trouble at all, I assure you.”