I have a feeling they'll be like how Nate and Russ are once the week's up HEHAH))

Russ narrowed his eyes at her hesitation, he couldn't quite tell how she was feeling. It was much simpler when you knew someone for a long time, meanwhile it'd barely been a half hour for them. He wouldn't have done it if he knew she wasn't going to react so well. He took the picture back. Nate turned slightly, giving an 'are you alright?"' Or 'what happened' kind of look to her. He was going to follow her but caught Russ' eye. One that was shunning him for being such a worry wart.

Ehheheh))

Tempe made her way straight out of the cabin, staring at the door rather than glancing at Nate. She wanted to go down the stairs, but she knew she couldn't. She desperately wanted to walk farther into the woods until the nauseous feeling went away. But she couldn't her body physically wouldn't let her. So she walked to the corner of the porch, leaning over the railing and closing her eyes to take deep breaths. The image kept popping up- just the simple, sweet picture. She hated that it upset her that much- hated the feeling that felt unfortunately like jealousy in her chest. Worst of all, she hated the feeling of... insignificance. What was she? A friend. Nothing more.

Nate glared at him, drying off his hands. He walked off and started to pull out the couch into a bed. Knowing the house like the back of his hand made him quite efficient as Russ put away leftovers. Nate had a lot on his mind. It didn't take Russ near as long. He came into the living room and sat down at his chair. RJ "Whats on your mind Kid?" Nate was trying to stay not frustrated while trying to figure out the sheets. "Nothing. I'm fine." He had a little bit of a snappy tone. Russ made a grunt of suspicious and sarcastic acknowledgement. "..I'm- I- stop looking at me like that." He said in a more upset tone. RJ "You should stop lying to me." He crossed his arms. "I just- It's my fault. She could've-" Nate took a sharp breath and put his hands on his face. "If I hadn't been so oblivious she wouldn't be so hurt. Wasn't such a jerk." He started rambling slightly, something about spiking and bars. He sat down on the couch-bed. Head in his hands. "She shouldn't need to be protecting me if I can barely even save her once. She could've gotten hurt at the bar, I never should've-" A quiver shook his voice, he rubbed his forehead. Russ frowned, wasn't hard to believe Nate was blaming himself. "I shouldn't even have her by me. What if- if I can't- I can't save her," he'd heard this arguement before. When he was talking about Lindsay. But now he was talking about Temperance. Russ couldn't find any consoling words. Nate dropped his hands, letting his head hang. He swallowed hard, glancing to Russ with a defeated look on his face.

Tempe stayed outside for a slightly long whole- thinking, scolding herself, feeling guilty. It varied. Eventually, she got the bitter, nauseous clump of emotions to back off from her throat. They settled somewhere deep in her stomach and she promptly decided they would never see the light of day again. She stood, took a few deep breaths, and slowly carted herself back inside. She just barely caught his last comment, her head tilted as she came through the door. She blinked at the sudden change of thought in her brain, glancing around. It took her a few moments, but she decided to sit next to him and let him decide if she had heard it or not, glancing between him and Russ hesitantly.

Nate has been so caught up, letting himself go. Neither of them had really noticed that Tempe had showed up. Nate was biting back if he should say something more. But he couldn't bring himself to ask any more than "Are you okay?" From Tempe as she sad down. His voice was as even as he could make it, which wasn't all that even but it was the best he could manage at the moment. Russ got up, and decided to leave. He walked away, further down the hall to a back door. Which lead to a small shed. He'd rather not be between them, and he was still a little scared of Tempe. Nate looked a little frustrated still but it wasn't aimed at her.

Tempe nodded faintly, watching him in a sad sort of way. "I'm alright. Are you?" She asked tentatively, gently, hesitantly resting a hand on his back. She couldn't help but feel like she had caused this sad, frustrated version of Nate. It only made her feel worse, especially when she thought about the picture of him and Lindsay. She couldn't make him happy like he had been. If anything, she felt like she was worsening his mood- causing this upset.

Nate sat up a little and pushed his hair back. "Listen," He said hesitantly, his voice was a little less shaky. "I- th- this is not your fault." He said after a slight pause. "I thought I wouldn't have to worry- about you, like I worry about everyone else. Because you're already yknow, but you can still get hurt. And now that I know that, I-I can't help but worry for you too." He had gained a more compassionate tone, he frowned. He'd lost too many people, it was burned into him pretty much to try his hardest to keep everyone around line alive. Even if it meant he suffered.

"I'm listening." Tempe said softly, tilting her head as she listened to him speak. She gently rubbed his back in circles, watching him struggle with words and leaning into him slightly. She let out a small sigh once he finished speaking, thinking for a few moments. After, she sat up and brought her hand up to his chin, so she could make him look at her. "Honey, I'm already dead. I can't die again." She said softly, shifting closer to him and carefully picking her next words. "Don't worry about me getting hurt. It very rarely happens, and when it does, I heal quickly. The worst thing that can happen to me is pain. Please, please don't fret over me." She pleaded softly, sitting up so she could press a kiss to his forehead and pull him in for a hug.

Just wait til he stabs an angel in the eye with the golden blade "you sure you cant die? He looks pretty dead to me"))

Nate had nnnever been good with anything like this, he knew Russ asked because it was good for him. But he really didn't feel a difference. If it made Russ feel better, he would do it. Now he would do it for Tempe. "Pain can be worse than death." He said quietly, suffering is what he doesn't want. And yet here she was. He let her pull him in. Something about her kiss made him flush slightly. After a moment he sighed. "Alright Halo, get up I have to finish making the bed." He stood up, away from the hug, holding a hand down to help her up.

"Sometimes. But it can be worth it if you get to come back to life." Tempe nodded quietly, smiling up at him for the new nickname. "Okay, worrywart." She teased back softly, taking his hand and standing slowly. She had already been walking, moving, and standing for longer that day than she had since she got injured- and it started to take its toll. She felt unreasonably tired- both physically and mentally.