"I'm taking that as the highest compliment," Beth answers sweetly, because she can't imagine anything nicer than being compared to the woman Nate married. Even if he might also call her a pain in the butt or something like that, it's clear to anyone who really listens that he loves Elena and so Beth is perfectly happy with that comment.

Swinging back toward the door, she picks up the bag from the deli and then goes to sit with Nate, unpacking the sandwiches and holding his out toward him. Maybe he doesn't need a babysitter, but she'd come here planning to hang out with him anyway, so it's not like she has any reason to leave, any pressing appointment she has to get to. It'll be safer for her to stay with him, she thinks, just in case he does have a concussion despite what he says.

"Besides, if you showed up at my place and I looked like this, I know you'd worry," she points out. "You can't pretend you wouldn't." And that just makes sense to her. People worry about each other, even when they insist they're fine.