[Don't mind him while he quietly reacts to that gloss over by a very enthusiastic drink the next time he has a chance. Play it cool, Nathan. Play it fucking cool. He would be downing mints right now if he had the supply. Still, he snorts.]

Not something you gotta be thanking me for.

[Because, as flippant as he was about the whole thing, he takes another drag of his joint and pauses. He's not that oblivious.]

All this shit, yeah? First time you've ever been around...you know, death?