"Henry, what's this? You're making me nervous!" Nathan is now a bit uncomfortable.
"Here! You need this." Henry gives him a glass of whiskey.
"Henry?" Nathan tried to refuse, but he insisted on putting the glass into his hand.
"Go on. I swear you'll be needing it." Nathan was still puzzled by Henry's action, so he took the glass and drank it straight. But he pours it again, higher.
"Henry, please. If this is all about Kimberly___."
"Just trust me." Henry continued pouring their whiskey glasses until alcohol got in Nathan's head.
"Hey! You can still hear and understand me clearly, right?" He asked.
"Of course! You moron! If this is all about Kimberly, you're just wasting your time! I'll accept her for what she is! There's no reason that I'll let her go!" Nathan shouts, a bit drunk.
