His tone was solemn, his expression earnest.
He looked so serious, in fact, that Nathan wondered if the man was about to kneel down in front of him.
The mere thought made Nathan uncomfortable.
"Alright, alright!" Nathan waved his hand. "I get it! You don't have to be so formal!"
'It's making me uncomfortable.'
The injured man... Leon Shaw, that is... noticed Nathan's unease and didn't continue with the sappy gratitude.
Instead, he firmly committed this to memory.
He knew that he owed Nathan his life.
In the future, no matter what Nathan needed, he wouldn't hesitate for a moment. He would stand by Nathan's side in a heartbeat.
Leon Shaw kept this thought to himself, not saying a word.
Some things sound less sincere when spoken aloud. It was better to just keep it to himself.
Nathan had no idea what Leon was thinking, but when Leon fell silent, he heaved a huge sigh of relief.
Compared to this kind of formal exchange, he much preferred trading jokes and banter.
