[Nate was never much of a smoker in spite of Sully smoking around him every chance he got. It was an activity reserved for high stress or social drinking only, so he gently shakes his head and holds out the flaming stick of wood as a piece offering so that she may use it to light the cigarette. An olive branch, it you will.]
I know we just met, but I promise that I've done the hypothermia thing before. There's enough.
[He plops himself in a chair near the fireplace once she does or does not make use of his fire, glancing toward the window just in case before letting himself look up to his new companion. The wood piece is tipped back into the fireplace.]
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I know we just met, but I promise that I've done the hypothermia thing before. There's enough.
[He plops himself in a chair near the fireplace once she does or does not make use of his fire, glancing toward the window just in case before letting himself look up to his new companion. The wood piece is tipped back into the fireplace.]