Nathan knew all about your depression and mental health. He knew you were an over thinker. He hated seeing you so upset. You always doubted yourself about being Nate’s boyfriend but he always disagree and tell you, you were good enough.

Nathan saw you on the couch, zoning out. He knew you were overthinking. He quickly walked over and gave you gentle taps on the cheek. “Hey. Babe. Stop it.” He said sternly.