"What the- " Davin whirls on him, eyes wide and bright with anger. "Maybe if ya didn't treat people like they were toys then-"

He cuts himself off and sighs, scrubbing his hands over his face. "No, sorry. You're right. I'm just - I'm still figuring shit out, I guess."

Taking any sort of companionship where he can find it, more like. God, that's sad. He finds his shoes and leans against the wall to pull them on one and a time, looking up at Nathan dubiously. "Now that can't possibly be true."