That could not even register how nervous he felt tonight. Attempting to walk across the street for a second time he now made a conscious effort to go with the flashing walk sign. Mere seconds ago he did not, resulting in him walking out in front of a cab and fighting off every instinct he had to leap over it. He relied on the drivers reflexes, which thankfully were as quick as his reflex to yell obscenities. Including the explanation that he was running behind schedule (Nathan did not point out that he was wasting even more time explaining this to him) and that Nathan's lack of intelligence was going to get him killed, give or take a few F bombs. Nathan did apologize, but realized this was insufficient since he gave Nathan the finger and reminded him he was a moron and drove off. Chased by other cabs that were honking their horns and giving both of them the finger.
Crossing the street this time without incident he stood in front of their building. He noticed his hands were a little clammy and a tiny bead of sweat had formed just a little to the right, under his hair line. He wiped at it before it had a chance to race down his cheek. Taking a deep breath he calmed himself and felt no evidence of a repeat offender. Nathan could not actually remember the last time he had sweat. Almost, when his sisters walked into the store, but knowing he was going to get a beating was second to his excitement of seeing them. He could recall a few games of roof top tag where the game was pretty intense. Or whenever he and Louis pissed off Bo or all three of them pissed off Maggie, which was cause to get a little sweaty. But the last time he actually sweated over pure anxiety and fear was eluding him.
Deciding to prolong the agony he took the stairs, like a normal person would. Getting heavier with each step he could feel it drape over him. Finally, he reached the first floor. Actually getting to the first floor was an accomplishment all in itself. Every instinct Nathan had told him to run home and call and say he was sick or a parent died. “Not a parent,” he said to himself. He thought that when he eventually worked up the courage and did have a date with Lily, he hoped it would go well enough to lead to another, then another. Meaning eventually he would have to explain the sudden resurrection of a mother or father. Making the first introduction awkward and ultimately dangerous, for him, when his mother found out he killed one of them off.
Now the thought of taking her to a family dinner with Louis, Bo, Serenity and oh dear God Maggie started to make his stomach churn. Churning faster at the thought of his mother meeting Lily made his head and stomach feel overwhelmed. At least his dad could level the whole thing out, hopefully. Then, suddenly he stopped. "Getting a little ahead of myself," he thought.
“You can do this,” Nathan assured himself and began the next flight. Taking one step to start he took another then another. “Maybe she's just as nervous as you,” he...