Nathaniel buries his face against her throat and laughs bitterly, a terrible sound coming from him.

"Come on, Liz. I'm Anita's snack, a stripper, and an ex-whore. I don't really think there is someone out there fit for me." He shakes his head and pulls back, wiping his face with the hem of his shirt. "Doesn't matter. Really. I just thought... I saw more than there actually was." He forces a smile onto his face even as the tears linger in his eyes. "We always see what we want to, don't we? I wanted those looks to mean he--"

He swallows.

"We need to worry about Jason, not my failed love life. I flushed his stash, and if I catch him with any more, I'm going to enlist Yrael to help me beat some sense into him."

He'd not just lost Asher so Jason could just keep fucking up.