Nathaniel wished he knew what had happened, and could sense the mild frustration within Alan. He assumed it was likely because he hadn't been in court for so long. Nathaniel beamed at him as he served them breakfast. "That's amazing. Do you want me to come with you?" Recovering from his heat cycle was far easier than suffering through it. He wished he could remember. He sat down and drizzled the strawberry glaze over his pancakes and then cut into his sausage. He was ravenous. It was nice not having to pay for his own meals, and he really didn't mind cooking for them both.<br/><br/>When Alan mentioned him going back to work, he flushed and ducked his head. He felt terrible for the way he'd acted at work. "I...really? You'll let me come back to work for you after this? I just...I didn't want everyone to know." He stuffed his mouth with pancakes, a little bit of frustration marring his otherwise flawless features. He swallowed. "But I think I should give it a try, if you want. But...If you want to just keep the relationship professional that's fine too." The thoughts of the things could possibly do to him had him flushing terribly, and he couldn't stop rambling.<br/><br/>Yes, he did want to go back to working for Alan. He enjoyed his job, not just being Alan's Omega. There was more to it than that. He enjoyed the people there; they had all respected him except for Richard. The only things he worried himself over were how Alan was going to treat him at the office, and if Lyle was going to show up at some point and ruin his reputation. Or worse; try to stake a claim on him. He shuddered at the memory of the hotel experience, the blush fading from his face. He buried himself in eating, trying to stem his anxieties.