Maybe no one gets used to loss, but Nate thinks that if ever it was possible to, he must be getting close. He's lost his whole family, lost friends, lost his wife since coming here, and he's also lost more treasure than should be normal for a guy who makes a living out of it. This is just another in the string of losses that is apparently Nate's life, but he doesn't say as much. Everyone's lost people and Nate doesn't think he's anything different in that regard.

Marcus doesn't look at him, staring fixedly at his hands, and Nate leans back and takes another sip of his beer, waiting for him to speak. There's something else there, something else he thinks Marcus wants to say, but he's not about to push. Nate doesn't have the energy for it, and it's not his place anyway. Whatever he and Sam had going on, Nate only knows the barest details, and in all honesty he hadn't wanted to know much more.

Maybe that's unfair, maybe he should have asked more questions, taken more of an interest. It does come as a surprise that he'd been avoiding Sam, because Nate hadn't thought there was any kind of problem between them. "He stop coming to confession?" he jokes, though even that comes out on a huff of a laugh that's missing any real humour.