Nicholas handled Cole carefully, making sure to support his head at all times. He held him close to his chest, and started to follow Mattie out the door. He examined the kitchen knife she was holding, considering its size, which was quite small compared to a weapon they might need if they came across a living dead. Before he forgot, Nicholas walked back into the house to grab the bag he'd left on the floor. While keeping a firm hold on Cole, he struggled to put the backpack on his back, along with the other one he had. He ended up having to gently place the baby on the floor, put the second backpack on top of the first one, and then pick him back up.

"Mattie," he said, catching back up to her. "You can take a weapon out of the bag. I won't mind."

The only thing he didn't really want her to carry in her hands was his rifle. It wasn't even that he was particular about his rifle, because, as previously mentioned, Nicholas had never really been the type of person who went crazy about guns. His father had been that type of person, but Nicholas just wasn't. The reason why he didn't want her to handle his rifle is because...well, he wasn't too sure about her. He'd seen that she was quite impulsive, and didn't seem very rational when angered. This combination could result in a quick death for him, and that was the very opposite of what he was trying to get.

"Just-" he paused, unsure if he should voice his concern about her keeping away from the gun. "Just...Just..." he got stuck, repeating the word over and over again until he growled in frustration and said, "Just nevermind."

Cole became uneasy, wriggling around in his arms. Maybe it was too warm in his bundle of blankets, Nicholas wondered. He didn't want to uncover him because it was quite chilly out in the open air. He bounced him as they walked.

"We're going to have to find some milk or something," he said softly. "That baby food won't last and he can't eat any of what I packed. I wasn't exactly prepared for this..."