[Anders takes a seat shortly after Zevran does, close enough to the elf that he might lean if wanted, but not so close as to crowd. It hurts to hear that Zevran thinks he needs someone broken... but he gets it. They are the both of them what they are. And if he's to look past his own many, many levels of denial, Nate may be wrapped in affection for the Anders that was before and doesn't understand how broken Anders has been.

For a few moments he's quiet before breaking the small gap and laying a hand on Zevran's tangled ones.]

I don't have a name for you. There are... There are a fair share of those who have been broken here. But broken who also carry a sense of humor, to have built that shield back up, they're few and far in between. Those who do not judge? Even fewer.

And yet that does not mean there is not someone.

[He can think of a few who fit small portions of that, who are available, but none who fit the whole of it.]

There can be. There should be. And it is not wrong to want it. It truly is not. I'm willing to help, too. I can be the best wingman.

[There's the slightest trace of a smile returning to his eyes.]

I walk up, flirt with someone, then introduce myself, and you step in and ask if I'm bothering them. It'll work like a charm, and your reputation will become that of the elf who saved the lovely woman or the handsome man from the scheming and dangerous Anders.