[He's quiet for a few moments, watching Nathan as he downs that shot, lines of his throat highlighted. How easily he drinks, despite the fact he can't be more than, what, twenty? Twenty-two?]

How much do you know that you can't tell us?

[Unlike his questions of before, it's not urgent. Just quiet, as he pours them all another round.]

I'm not asking for details. I'm just saying . . .

[He glances over at Katy. She is, honestly, the most emotionally competent of them, and he wishes she could say this. But he's the one with the experience. God.]

. . . it's a shitty position to be in. [And he's sorry for Nathan.]