That future didn't actually sound too bad to him. He could deal with playing the drunken pervert in a Hawaiian bar if worst came to worst. But, there were other things to focus on right now.

Nathan let his hand be tugged and moved a little closer with it. She hadn't used that much strength but he didn't care, he'd just move closer because he wanted to.

"Would you sit at my bedside and mourn my vegetative state?" he wondered teasingly. "I think I would be able to sense your presence even if I was in some limbo land. And if you added in some sponge baths, my limbo would be a much better place."