"That was over five years ago, could be forgetting." He wiggled his eyebrows, crossing his arms relaxedly. RJ "Least Nate knows better than to keep you running. Apparently that just doesn't apply to himself." He said with a tone that made it pretty obvious it was a problem. "Are you calling me a hypocrite?" Russ cocked his head. RJ "Yes, dumbass."

"I can kill people underwater faster than you can realize something is happening. I think I'll remember my training for quite a while." Tempe said sarcastically, smiling at Russ for his next comment. "He can be considerate when it doesn't apply to his own health."

"If only monsters lives underwater." He quipped, rolling his eyes, resting a fidgeting hand on the table. RJ "Tell me about it, like a mother hen when anyone except himself is bleeding." Nate looked a little embarrassed, glaring at Russ.

"I have a hard time believing monsters are limited to breathing air." Tempe huffed, offering a smile when the conversation turned to Nate again. "I've never heard anyone compare Nate to a chicken before." She teased, tilting her head at the embarrassed look on his face.

"Depends." He said mockingly, still offended by the comment of mother hen. RJ "'cause in most respects I've never seen anyone further from it. Reminds me of that time him and his dad were hunting a nest of vamps with me. We left him outside, things weren't going well inside and kid climbed up the damn wall and busted us out. Almost had to carry him out." Russ chuckled, Nate pushed his chair back. "If I walk away will you stop talking about me?" He asked jokingly, taking Russ' dish and walking off to the sink.

Tempe set an elbow on the table, leaning her head on her hand. "I love stories about baby Nate. That definitely fits perfectly into his personality, though." She chuckled when he walked off, shaking her head. "Nope! Tell me more stories, please." She smiled, watching Russ happily.

Nate glared at them and started washing Russ' too. Regardless of how long it'd been since they saw each other last he still treated the place like he lived there. Russ nodded. RJ "I can't tell if its a personality trait or if he's actually just a bit crazy." He grinned, looking at Nate, who had pretty well stopped paying attention and was humming something as he stared out the window. RJ "I doubt he's changed much in a year, he wasn't always as yknow, reckless. It was more of a learned behavior. When my daughter died he kinda." He looked away for a moment, looking for words. RJ "He blamed himself for that, and for his dad. He stopped caring about himself, worse than he had before. Started drinking. I don't know what you did to him but I'd have said to hell with it he can cook himself if he didn't sound so ..happy." He laughed quietly, looking up at Nate, who was still humming while he dried and put dishes away.

l o r e ))

It's so sad but cute))

Tempe watched Nate for a few moments, smiling faintly when Russ began to speak. She turned her attention to the older man easily, tilting her head as he spoke. "Definitely at least a bit crazy." She smiled. As she listened to him speak, her face fell into more of a troubled expression, and it finally clicked that his daughter was, well... "That's..." She cleared her throat, leaning back slightly and glanced at Nate. With a slight swallow, she nodded. "I'm glad that I helped." She said faintly, thinkingnfor a few moments. The words struck her... suddenly. As did the realization that she wasn't going to be around forever. She stayed silent, staring at her hands in her lap quietly.

Lore makes it make sense that he might be blaming himself for whats happened to her))

Russ looked at her expression, sighing. RJ "He didn't tell you much about Lindsay did he?" Sitting back he pulled out his wallet and pulled out a sligjtly faded picture of a young girl, couldn't be more than 18. She had wavy blonde hair, brown eyes and a smile, a bright, sweet smile, her face full of laughter. Beside her was what appeared to be a younger and happier looking Nate. He actually had a haircut that was far more kept than his now. He gave it to her, a slightly resigned look on his face as he leaned back down.

Indeeeeeed

Cue Tempe being jealous of a dead girl and then feeling bad about it))

Tempe glanced back up as Russ spoke again, shaking her head slightly. "Uhm- not a lot. No." She said quietly, glancing nervously at Nate. In all honesty, she didn't wanna talk about his fiance- but she couldn't not, either. She tensed up when the picture got passed to her, taking it hesitantly. They looked somewhat similar- same hair, similiar face shapes, the like. She frowned at the picture. He looked so happy. Happier than She had seen him, it felt like. She was pretty, sweet looking. The entirety of the picture gave her a sort of bitter feeling- almost nauseous. She didn't like herself for it. She slid the picture back across the table quickly, standing adruptly. "I think I need some fresh air." She mumbled, hurrying her way outside quickly.