Tucking his hair under his helmet, Nathan moved his bike beside Issac's truck which seemed to suit him well, then took off after him. The drive took longer than he expected and the chafe of the wind chilled him by the time they reached Issac's home. Taking his helmet off, Nathan just stared for a couple seconds. This...this was worth driving out of the city. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything like it before. Nathan lived in the city. Always had, his whole life. Close to his job, a part of the traffic, darting in and out, sleeping close enough to hear the trains. Long driveways with trees seemed entirely counter-intuitive for office workers.

"You live here?" he asked. "I'm somehow more enchanted than I was before..." Trailing off, he stole another long look at the cabin before turning his eyes to Issac. Could this man get any more ideal?