NATHANIEL'S APARTMENT
POV DESMOND
I had just successfully killed my first enemy player when Nathaniel walked through the front door. I smiled and threw the remote back to Dean, "You're back!" I got up from the couch and met him in the hallway.
Up close I could tell whatever he had been doing had not gone well. I dropped my smile, "Is everything ok?" Nathaniel nodded but it did little to convince me.
"Can I speak to you privately?" Nathaniel said, motioning toward his room. I nodded and we made our way back into his bedroom. Nathaniel shut the door and I stood by his bed, waiting for him to speak. I started fidgeting with the button on my shirt.
"I just got out of a meeting with Thomas," he began. I had assumed that's where he went off to. Which would explain why he looked so distraught.
"I'm guessing the meeting didn't go well?" I supplied. Nathaniel's lips were set in a hard line and his brow was furrowed.