Dan sits in his study drinking a glass of whiskey. Nathan arrives. Dan looks up and says, "Do you want to hear my side of it?" Nathan snarks, "Why should I believe it?" Pause. "This whole time you've been riding me, you've known exactly the way I feel. Now that that's in my head, it makes it that much worse." The ice cubes in Dan's glass tinkle as he turns his chair around to face his son: "I was a great player Nathan." Pause. "In high school. But when I got to Carolina, I knew it just wasn't going to be the same." Blah, Royal couldn't see it, blah hard on May too, blah. Apparently, Nathan's grandmother came to Dan and pleaded with him to walk away, so he did. But wait! He wanted it back -- the dream, the success in his sport -- but it had all fallen apart. "Worst decision of my life." Dan continues, "It felt good to get out from under my father. And after a while, I realized I wasn't playing for him at all. The game meant the world to me." Dan looks at his drink. "So, I tried to get back into it. Rehab, running, but it was too late. My knee never responded; it was over for me." Nathan: "So that gives you the right to hammer me all the time?" Dan: "I know I'm hard on you, I know I push you -- but I'm trying to save you from a life of regret." Blah, he will regret it, blah. Holy crap, for a show that started being about two brothers, it's quickly turned into a show about fathers and sons. Blah, Dan pushes him, blah wants Nathan to be stronger; blah wants to save Nathan from himself, blah, so he doesn't turn out like Dan, blah. Nathan stoically says, "Well, you're safe then, Dad, because I'll never be like you." Ouch. And it burns! My eyes! They burn. Nathan's standing up for himself; he's not screaming, he's just quietly asserting his unhappiness. Holy Moses! Nathan and Dan sort of had a mature conversation.