"Are they?" Tony sits up a little straighter, looking around as if trying to locate the source of this nice place to relax he's talking about. Just looks like dirt and grass to him, but he's not really the relaxing stroll in a meadow type either. "Well, you do like your plants."

He remembers the house full of plants. Not his style, but hey to each their own. "She's fine, tired out. We've been walking for a while now so I let her stay back for now." He'll go collect her once he's done here.

Tony is the one who ultimately decided he needed to leave, and continues to be that one. Nathan, most of all, might understand insecurities that make one do unusual things at least. At least Nathan finally looks a little more at ease, as much as he ever does anyway. Now that he had more of his composure about him Tony reaches out to offer an affectionate pat on his shoulder before standing. Well then, one crisis averted at least.