Nathaniel Howe

"Support is what you did for me last night. You helped...you bolstered me, you had me feeling better about it, like I could handle this." Nathaniel is increasingly irritated. His gestures, his body language is agitated, and his voice is getting quieter. He looks away, he looks down into his lap, he looks at Anders only briefly, though frequently. "And I know, I do not doubt that you really had faith in me. So why was this meddling necessary?"