The guest room was large and luxurious, all dark wood and silk sheets, but Nathan barely noticed. He tossed the medical kit onto the bed and flopped down beside it, stretching out like he belonged there. Gerald lingered in the doorway, his expression unreadable.
"Are you sure you want to wait here, sir?" Gerald asked quietly. "It could be... several hours or days."
Nathan grinned up at the ceiling.
"Oh, I've got time. And patience. Especially when it comes to my saviour." He rolled onto his side, propping his head on his hand. "You know, Gerald, you're a good guy. Stuck in the middle of all this drama. How do you do it?"
Gerald allowed himself a small smile.
"Practice, sir. And a strong tolerance for chaos."
Nathan laughed. "I like you. When this is all over, you should come work for me. Better pay, less crazy fiancées."
"I'll... keep that in mind," Gerald said dryly, bowing slightly before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
