[ He ultimately settles on one that has him way too amused with himself, a tiny playful smirk quirking up at the corner of his mouth as it plays out of the headphones-turned-quiet-speakers. It's a little tinny, but he's of the strong belief that you can't really substitute listening to music with somebody out loud no matter how much fancier brain implants are.

His amusement doesn't last long when faced with the story Nate's telling, and that smirk fades out quickly into a deeply knitted brow. ]

Dude, what... the fuck is your life? Seriously, like, every anecdote you've got is the most horrifying shit ever. You're legitimately making my apocalypse look like a McDonald's ball pit.