Jim looked up at Nathan again and searched his face so hard that Nathan almost felt invaded. It was the kind of open look only kids could give because they didn’t understand tact or comfort zones. Jim still looked scared and unsure but Nathan saw the moment when Jim calmed.
“You…you look like Dad and Nathan. You’re Nathan all big like me?”
Nathan tried not to let the anguish he was feeling show in his expression. “Yeah, Jim. I’m Nathan all grown up. Just like you. Can you just…can you just sit here while I look for Sasha?”
“Nathan!” Walter called from beside them.
A plank of wood went flying into the air from a spot nearly right next to them, and both brothers flinched away to the side, falling onto their hips. A hand pushed out of the rubble, and Nathan recognized the dark brown of Sasha’s new leather jacket.