I quickly glance at the other me as I hear him chuckle. It's not the dark, dangerous chuckles I'm used to from him, the one he uses when we're about to spar or fight bad guys, but a lighthearted, honest chuckle. He leans against the wall and I realize he's better. Not fixed. He won't be completely whole until he's with his Nathan again, but he's better.
Nathan moves closer to me and puts his hand on my shoulder and begins to stroke my back. It's an act of pure Will to not melt into his touch. But I manage to control myself. My older self's voice startles me back to the matter at hand.
"First, Nathan and I get us some food." I toss a casual glance at my brother. He want to talk about something, that much I can tell. "Then, we kick some ass."