[Nathan's so thin that when Steve yanks him up by his arm, Nathan really is hauled to his feet. It scares him pretty badly. He lets out a yell, and his long legs sort of fly out desperately beneath him, slipping on the slick ice, but at least he keeps moving, just as he's told.

It's not until they're safe back inside and the door slamming shut behind him that he finds it in him to say anything else. He stares at his savior with wide eyes.]

You nearly gave me a heart attack!

[He falls down promptly on his ass, breathing heavily. He's really far from the athletic type. But then, miraculously, he actually he actually says something that can maybe be construed as polite.]

Thanks, man. I really didn't think I was gonna make it! Not that I wouldn't make one sexy popsicle, but fuck if I'm in the mood for freezing to death. I'll take a bullet to the skull any day.