Luke walks into the workout room, where Nathan's pumping iron. He sits down on a bench and says, "You really laid into Whitey yesterday." Nathan grunts, replaces the barbell onto its handle, and follows in his father's footsteps: "He deserved it." Nathan sits up as Luke says, "So Cove City's pretty tough, eh?" Nathan puts on a brave face: "They suck." Saint Luke grabs his halo and places it atop his head: "Listen, man, I know you're under a lot of pressure from your dad --" Nathan interrupts, "Hey, you don't know anything about my dad, all right. Maybe if you knocked down a shot or two out there, I wouldn't have to carry us all the time." And with that, Nathan floats away, high on two parts testosterone and one part speed. Well, that's what you get for trying to bond, Luke. You knew it wasn't going to be easy.