The longer he spends with Marianne, the more Nathan is aware she's one of those girls who's clearly too good for him. Most of them are, even if he'd never admit it. It's just that she's pretty and smart and she doesn't go to clubs.

Except she doesn't seem uptight like what's her name, that one whose power made everyone so fucking boring.

"Guess I'm a bit more of a fuck up than you," he says and he's mostly light hearted about it. He's got years yet before he wants to get his shit together.