Nathan gave a single chuckle that could have been a cough when Rainie picked on the boy. â€œI don't remember<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>tackling an infected in riot gear.â€ He said, hoping to flatter the girl. Only after did he realize that he may have just worsened his disposition with the boy. The pain in his shoulder was no longer bothering him, as use to it now as he was, but that thought made him flinch. Nathan was really bad with people and he knew it. And it bothered him even more that knowing it wasn't doing a thing to help him fix the problem.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe if I just stopped being a person and was just the helpless bomb-maker with no personality instead...</span>It was a thought, but, quite frankly, he knew he couldn't pull it off any better.<span style="font-style: italic">It's a miracle I haven't gotten myself shot to death, yet.</span>And how he wished that boy would walk into the light where Nathan could get a look at him too.<br/><br/>Â â€œYouâ€™re the one that set that explosion?â€ Rainy continued with no inflection at the end to indicate it was a question.<br/><br/>Nathan let her guide his hand to his shoulder and replied without bothering with a conformation. â€œI heard you shooting and knew you'd be swarmed with infected in minutes if I didn't give them a bigger distraction.â€ It had to be these two that had fired, after all. The chances of two groups living within earshot of each other was pretty bad, and add in himself just wandering into the center of it by chance? That was plain stupid. â€œYou weren't supposed to come running, too.â€ Now there was a good chance the infected knew this building. He would have to relocate and just after he got it all fortified, too.