[ WELL that definitely smarts. he stumbles back from the unexpected hit, falling backwards when he loses his balance and landing on his back with a hard thud, the wind knocked out of him from the impact. he wheezes, coughs, trying to get it back and making sure to keep some sort of hold on nate so he can't get away while he's otherwise incapacitated, lying under him in the snow. when he speaks it's with a hoarse sort of wheeze, still trying to get his breath back. ]

I'm not - I'm not pretending, that was Chloe! How the hell could you mix us up? [ he sits up, getting a better grip on nate to tug him back close - and pausing when he sees the expression on the other man's face.

hurt. he's hurt. he's not faking it, as much as harry's not faking his confusion over the accusations flung at him. harry can count on one hand the times he's seen expression like this on nate's face, so it gets him sobering up, considering the situation. he really thinks he shot him. what is going on here? ]

Nate, I didn't shoot you, I swear. If I had I'd certainly come up with a better excuse than this. I get why you were so angry now, but listen - [ have a light poke to the chest here, nate, to emphasize the 'listen' part. ]

You're shot and bleeding out. It has to be below freezing out here. Lazaveric's men could catch up to us at any moment. If we don't get help soon - if you don't get help soon - then there's a very distinct possibility we're both going to die out in these Godforsaken mountains. Just... put everything else aside at least long enough for us to find help. [a pause, and then a very rare thing to hear from harry flynn - ]

Please.