Nate had a rough past. A really rough past. Even after moving away with his uncle and aunt to a new home, away from everything, his past still haunted him.

He couldn't sit still in class, it was just a thing he did. His eyes wandered all over the place before landing on your backpack. He saw a lot of pins on it, but the pride pins really cought his eye.

The old him would say something horrible, but right now he was trying to find something nice to say. The colors were actually... nice to look at and paired really well with each other.