"Well I'm not!" Duke said, then winced at his own volume. He swung his legs around so he was sitting up properly on the couch, and set the water glass down so he could cradle his head in both his hands. "Nathan died, okay? When I was ho -- in Haven last time. He was shot -- twice -- and we had to deal with his body while we tracked down a goddamn resurrection trouble to bring him back. And yeah, he's fine now, but that doesn't mean his death didn't hurt. Just because you're okay doesn't mean we weren't scared."