Nathan reached out his hand to lock the door, but before he could, Daniel swung the door open. Daniel smirked, staring at Nate, who quickly his his hand behind at his side. "What are you doing?" he said. Gulping, Nate stared at him. "Whatever it is, it's none of your beeswax," he answered smartly, smirking as he held Madelyn's hand and walked out of the closet, his eyes slightly sad as he gave a little sigh.