I want to bring my fear, loathing, and delusions to a pourI want to tip panic and reason into my god-fearing mouth
As soon as he sits down, Nate settles into a routine, so automatic that he doesn’t need to think about. He raises a brow when they stay standing, but nods at the outlander information, nods at medication, nods at- ”Wait, antidepressants?” The doctor snaps out of his stupor, focusing on Cameron with an uncomfortable intensity.
Nate forces himself back to his feet, holding his tongue until the other is done their explanation, and nodding along with far more fervour. ”What were you on?” His first, most important question. A hand comes out expectantly, like he expects a bottle to be placed in his hand, assuming that Cameron carries their pills around.
Honestly, there isn’t a huge amount Nate thinks he can do. He doesn’t have the background needed to synthesize anything, isn’t even sure Caido has the chemicals needed to make anything that comes to mind. And that’s just assuming they’re even talking about the same thing, that Meron is from earth and taking something familiar to him.
Nate forces himself back to his feet, holding his tongue until the other is done their explanation, and nodding along with far more fervour. ”What were you on?” His first, most important question. A hand comes out expectantly, like he expects a bottle to be placed in his hand, assuming that Cameron carries their pills around.
Honestly, there isn’t a huge amount Nate thinks he can do. He doesn’t have the background needed to synthesize anything, isn’t even sure Caido has the chemicals needed to make anything that comes to mind. And that’s just assuming they’re even talking about the same thing, that Meron is from earth and taking something familiar to him.
NATE
