[ ...yeah, if that isn't abject denial for whatever the Hell just flashed in front of them in a thirty-foot radius, he doesn't know what is. Nate isn't exactly the sort of guy to kick a man when he's down - or visibly compromised in any way - so he doesn't push the issue, attempting to sound thoroughly convinced when he says: ]

...Uh-huh.

[ Son. Christ, aren't they probably around the same age? Must be a regional thing, based on the Appalachia in the accent. The old Creole ladies in New Orleans talk to him the same way. ]

Was gonna head there myself, if you're not opposed to company. This place is just begging for a stiff drink.