"I don't know." Anders being so close is very hot. Very, very hot and sweaty, and Nathaniel squirms away a bit. "I'll try. Apologies if I throw up on you."

He doesn't let go of his hand. Yes, everything makes him hot, but he still wants to hold his hand. He likes this hand. It's one of the few things that doesn't hurt or make him nauseous right now.