You help Nathan into a motel room after a mission, stumbling a little from your injuries, as well as the weight of the massive, wounded man leaning on you.

You'd helped him fight off an anti-mutant threat after patching him up a couple days ago, because he really needed the help, and now that it was all over, you could rest for a while.

"Okay, M'gonna let go. If you fall, fall on the bed, okay?"

You go on to mumble about how he shouldn't have even been fighting.

"You are... The worst nurse ever."

Nathan grunts as he drops onto the mattress.

He winces a little as injuries are jostled, but he doesn't move to do anything about it.

"I never said I was one to begin with."

You lay back beside him, catching your breath.

"I never wanna drag your ass anywhere ever again."

God, your back hurts.

And your ribs.

And your legs.

And your everything else.

"I don't know, I think you've got a knack for it."

Despite his usual brusqueness (and despite how exhausted and wounded he is), Nathan seems to be more laid back than usual. A faint, cocky smirk tugs at the corner of his lip, and for once he's... comfortable.

Maybe it's because his work is done.

For now.