[Once Harry has him pinned, Nate's jerking back and forth to give himself some distance and get away so he can hit him again but it's no use- laying there prone, he glares up at the other, brows furrowed because he knows he's showing his true colors again but in the words of Sully, goddamn why the hell does any of this have to happen? Again he's at a loss of words when he's spoken to because he's trying to understand Harry's side of things, really. The betrayal stings but compared to being skinned alive by someone like Lazarevic, he can get where he's coming from. Almost.]

Why do you think I told you not to go? [Expression wry, there's no smile when Harry gets off of him and sits nearby but he looks over, watching for any hint that could warn him. With his luck though, of course there isn't going to be one. So he stays there on the ground, doesn't even prop himself up onto his elbows as he thinks on it.] You really didn't shoot me wherever.. you're from, huh?

[Another world? Hell if he would believe something like that without seeing it, but.. he really would rather not see it. Being shot by Harry was hard enough-- being shot by Chloe? He doubts that makes it any less worse. As strange and stupid as it sounds, he's this close to believing him.] --What was the last thing you told me, that time we got locked up in Spain?