Having an omega was will an adjustement for Alan and was still going to be for a while longer. He never fully realized the scope of Nate’s fear, never having experienced it himself, of being trapped and simply used for a blood line. It never crossed his mind to even worry about that sort of future after all he had always fought tooth and nail like any alpha to succeed. He let Nate go watching the other as he left and hadn’t considered his cast removal as such, he knew he would need therapy to get back full strength in all his limbs and joints that had been out of commission for so long.<br/><br/>Yet he had viewed it more as an annoyance rather than something that was a gift. It went to show how much different perspectives could put things into context. He had finished the food, which was delicious like always, he could never find too much fault with anything Nate did even if he still wondered how much he might make the other miserable by being his alpha with a man so hell bent of denying his omega nature and trying to be independent. It also didn’t help that Alan wasn’t good at putting himself in other people’s shoes, certainly alphas were easier and he could read most people alright but omega’s had a subtle nature that often left Alan feeling like his world had been flipped, very much like this moment in the kitchen. He had no doubt that given some time and structure Nate would thrive.