[ he grins when he sees the smile, however small, swatting playfully at nate's hand when he's prodded. ] And there's the Drake I'm used to. Sort of.

[ at the questions he lets out a loud sigh, lets himself flop back into the snow, the impact sending flakes billowing up in a cloud of white. that's a good question he honestly hadn't considered. what is he going to do? he's not exactly going to be easily trusted around here, and as long as lazaveric is alive he's going to be constantly looking over his shoulder, waiting for the monster to come down on him. he looks up at nate, shrugs again, leaving an impression in the snow. ] I haven't the faintest. To borrow from you, I hadn't thought that far ahead.

[ he'd been too busy making sure nate was still alive, arguing with elena and trying to figure out what madness was happening here. he still has no idea on the last point, but at least nate seems to be relaxing around him and accepting what he's saying, so that's good. he looks up at the sky again, frowning, brows furrowing as he thinks it over. with the situation as it is, really, what is there for him to do? ]