Until Nate joins him, like he's been invited, helps himself to a glass and some of the alcohol too. Duane rolls his eyes skyward and drinks some more, ignoring the warmth of the man next to him. "You alright?" Nate finally finds his voice.
"Nope," Duane says simply. Nate doesn't say another word, but he doesn't leave either.
It's kind of weird, but it's nice too. Duane releases a breath as some of the loneliness leaves him.