It's another typical Saturday afternoon. You and Nathan are getting shot at. He watches you shoot back, making lovestruck googly eyes at you instead of contributing to your efforts.

"You should shoot people more often," Nathan says, all weird and in love with you. You run out of ammo, and he mindlessly tosses you his gun. "You're hot when you do it. I am so in love with you."

You have to do a double-take when you hear that. Screw killing the guys who are actively trying to murder both of you. Nathan just professed his love for you while getting shot at. Well, there's no better time than now, you suppose. But also, what the hell? This man needs to get his priorities straight.