Harrow continues smiling distantly at what Nat has to say, but there's a hint of something other than an alcoholic haze there.

"Yeah," he says quietly. "He must be me after all."

He stands in total silence for a while, a long while, swaying slightly without noticing it. His fingers idly clench and unclench around the neck of his bottle.

Then suddenly he forces a laugh and looks up at Nat with a strained attempt at a smile. "Just make sure he doesn't off himself, huh?"

Wow, that wasn't very funny. That wasn't very funny at all. His guilt shows on his face and he quickly takes a pull from his drink.