"Excuse me?" the man asked, laced with something of a slightly southern accent. Well, there was one reason why he looked like a farm hand, at least.  "I hope you aren't nitpicking any problems."<br/><br/>Nathaniel heaved an exaggerated sigh, letting his head fall back in annoyance before turning to this southern have-not with crossed arms. Clothes and intonation aside, he didn't quite care for the way the man was looking at them, like he'd give so much to punch Justin in the jaw. Not that Nathaniel could really blame him; once they were done here, he would be talking to Justin himself about wasting their time. They had more important things to do. Rather,<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>had more important things to do than stand around in the heat when he could be sitting in the comforts of his air-conditioned home. Arms falling from their position on his chest, Nathaniel instead shoved his hands into his pockets, fingers twirling a small cellophane pouch.<br/><br/>"Nitpicking any problems?" Nathaniel echoed, a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lips at the vernacular. Everything in him was screaming to say that no, there was no trouble, to drop all of this right now, to turn around and go home. Then again, Nathaniel just wouldn't be Nathaniel if he turned his back on a bit of drama. "If you insist on dressing like you're homeless, I don't see how that's a problem he started at all."<br/><br/>Dropping his arms from across his chest, Nathaniel started to turn and walk back the way he was headed, pausing as soon as he had started. They were already yards and yards ahead of him. Elliot and Natalie he could see leaving, but<span style="font-style: italic">Justin</span>? Justin was the reason he was standing here in the first place! In his pockets, Nathaniel's hands clenched tight, knuckles whitening around the small pouch and taking a deep, shaking breath. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that his friends ditched him or that they'd left him with the man that he and Justin had called out, but his stomach was finding a new way to make him sick with anxiety.