Truth be told, Nate had forgotten Wessex had at one point died as well, though he’s not sure the rekindled knowledge is enough to actually shift his attitude one way or the other. He steps out of his niche and glances around quickly before following after the Wraith, all too eager to agree to leave the VlamVloed behind.
All at once the switch flips, and Nate leans against Wessex with a greasy ease, an arm (a real one) wrapping around her shoulders to hold them close together. “[say]This does sound like a good one.[/say]” He murmurs, licking his lips and keeping his face pointed forward. At least this way it doesn’t look like they’re sharing secrets. “[say]It better have been something good, if you decided against blowing me up.[/say]”
All at once the switch flips, and Nate leans against Wessex with a greasy ease, an arm (a real one) wrapping around her shoulders to hold them close together. “[say]This does sound like a good one.[/say]” He murmurs, licking his lips and keeping his face pointed forward. At least this way it doesn’t look like they’re sharing secrets. “[say]It better have been something good, if you decided against blowing me up.[/say]”
