Nathan took his drink, focusing on that rather than the game. He couldn't help it since pool didn't interest him, even the winning or losing. Watching the eight ball roll into the pocket, he stepped up beside Issac again. "Did I? Ah, I really don't get it, so we'll just have to keep coming back here. Like, maybe every Friday after work? Kick off the weekend right..." His voice trailed off, growing deep as he let himself get lost in the dream. Was it alright to take this night as a sign that he could pursue Issac? Leaning forward, his eyes on Issac's, he felt like he couldn't stop himself. Quick, walk away Issac or I'll just keep going. Quick, before I get my own heart hurt.