You and Nathan aren't very close; you only hang out with him occasionally because he's friends with your friends. Tonight, you came to a Vortex Club party. You come into the VIP section and sit down, not really wanting to dance. Nathan is sitting across from you, a bong in his lap.

After a while, he sets it down on the table next to his couch. He shifts his body weight, spreading his legs as he gets more comfortable. He leans his head back and starts to open up to you. He begins telling you about how everyone in his life has used him for one thing or another. You aren't sure why he decided to tell you this, of all people, but it makes you feel bad for him.