[ well, that's a rather strange reaction. but then again nate's been shot by the girl they tried to rescue, lost a lot of blood, been in a trainwreck and - judging by the other bodies - been in one hell of a gunfight by himself. odd reactions on the other's half are excusable, and if he's honest it just makes harry more worried. he really doesn't want nate dying on him, that would basically be the rotten cherry on this shit sundae.

he ignores the hand trying to push him away, drags one of nate's arms around his shoulders and pull him to his feet, holding nate by the chest instead of the waist to avoid pressing on the wound. keeps him close, because they're going to need all the warmth they can get. ]

Look, if this is about the time I poked fun at your weight then I apologize but this really is not the time for it. We need to get out of here before you bleed out or we become a nice couple of ice statues to add to the landscape. C'mon, walk with me if you can.

[ he starts moving forward. where? god if he knows, it's just snow and mountains out here, but moving's better than sitting still and waiting to die. at least away from the bodies in the snow and the metal corpse of the train. ]