Nate
”A bad day. Yea, you could say that.” A humourless bark of laughter left Nate, his mouth barely moving as the sound pushed out of him. His eyes were locked in Adams hands, on the little bottle the other man pulled out from his bag. It wasn’t anything Nate recognized, but that wasn’t rally what he was looking for. The bottle was snatched up as soon as it was offered, the lid popped up and held close to his face before Adam had even finished the instructions. Instructions he really should have listened to. Nate swayed gently as the drug hit him, and pressed himself against the wall, slowly sliding down to the floor as he did. When he was on his ass, he sniffled, and looked at the bottle, thinking about another sniff. Better to wait, and see where this went. For now.
”What was that?” He asked, clinging to the bottle still. Nate was surprised by how coherent he still sounded, despite the hoarseness of his voice, though there was no way to tell if that was just in his head.
So let's face it this was never what you wanted
But I know it's fun to pretend
But I know it's fun to pretend
Now blank stares and empty threats
Are all I have, they're all I have
Are all I have, they're all I have
