Oh god. Issac was actively trying to kill him right? Did the other man even remember he was gay? Nathan tried his best to listen and not thinking inappropriate thoughts when Issac readjusted his hands on the pool cue, standing too close for comfort. Or too close not to feel comfortable and happy, depending on how he looked at it. It really was a pity he would never win the other man's heart or body. "Uh....right?" Nathan muttered, knowing he sounded stupid and lost. But could he be blamed? He realized Issac prompted him to actually do something so after a second more, he followed Issac's instructions as best as he could and propelled the cue stick forward, hitting with ball with more force than he meant. It went careening into the triangle of other balls, spilling them in all directions across the table. Nathan glanced back at Issac. "I hope I did that correctly."