Nathan found a bag of O negative and shut the refrigerator, walking back to Magnus and the Other Nathan. He handed over the bag, looking down at Helen. "It'll be fine." He promised, even though it was something he was starting to doubt he could make good on. "I'm hoping this'll pass. Peter and..."

Well. He looked to the other man and hesitated, then looked down at Helen again. "All of it. If not, we'll find a way to help him." Him, of course, being his brother.

This disturbing development he was managing to feel something past hatred for, moving in the direction of guilt and pity, he didn't know what to do with. But it was wrong to just leave it there, too. "Both of them." He managed after a longer moment than he'd intended, glancing the Other Nathan's way again.

There had to be an answer. One that wouldn't hurt anyone. Right?