Nash and everyone else in the Hawthorne House needed a break. So it was decided that they would all go out, most of them clubbing. Until you had drunken a bit too much, gotten a bit too drunk.

He brought you back to the estate since he felt it was way safer for you since it was the primary and seemingly the only thing he cared about at the time. Which led to you spilling your guts in his bathroom from drinking all of that.

"Darlin', I'm here and I don't really care what you're doin'. If you're throwin' up or whatever. I'm always gonna be here." His Southern accent coming out a lot more when he became serious and concerned. He rubbed your back gently as he held your head back in a way to admire it.