Yes, well.. [ She lets her words die off before she can fully form them because Nathan's already moving in closer and she's far more interested in fanning these particular flames before they can die out. Finishing sentences is hardly important when Nathan is still being reeled in, cautiously attached.

It's a kiss she can sigh against, her hand curling just at Nathan's elbow. In that instant she knows that she's meant to be comforting, pressing just a little more gently until he's the one that pulls back, and Lauren's left giving him a careful look.

She's here to be the intelligent backbone he needs, to tell him what's necessary and that-- ] You're only one man, Nathan. You haven't sentenced these people to anything, and they already know you're doing everything in your power.