Pulling himself up off of the ground, Nathan then rubbed his temple with two of his fingers, "For now, you can take care of Simon... I need some time to be alone, and work things out in my head. Maybe accept things? No that would be too easy of a solution, and I am too stubborn for it to just work, find another way maybe?" A sign of recovery, he had started to talk to himself again, still not in his usual spirit, but an instant recovery was not to be expected from him, or was it? He had to much on his mind, it was working overtime, yet in to many directions to be productive in any manner, He walked over to a machine that he had neglected for some time, and started to disassemble it, then he would examine the parts one by one, and reattach them, in a slightly different order, he didn't say a word, no bright outbursts or signs of a mad genius plan for the machine, just sampling keeping his hands and mind semi-busy. His expression still that of defeat, but otherwise looking much more like a normal scientist.

Simon slowly removed himself from being so tightly against Sky, he tried to sniffle his mucus up his nose to no avail, and then decided that his sleeve would do the job better, just like any other boy. he then whimpered out a question between sobs, "Did Great Granma make you and Grampa have a fight as well?" It would appear that the genius boy's thought process slowed down greatly depending on what mood he was in, right now he was much more like an innocent little child.