The nights have lost their minds
Nate is glad that a certain amount of whining convincing had gotten him his way, a meeting held in Torchline instead of the Hollowed Grounds. The smugness of it radiates off him the entire time he's accompanying Sunjata to the boxing ring, a smirk splashed across his lips, glad to be staying in a place he now considers home, instead of going back, again, to a place he's trying to avoid.
Whatever nerves plague Sunjata don't touch Nate, though he doesn't, a hand wrap left behind by someone else wrapping around his hand absently, tightening and loosening over and over again. "I think they're gonna deal with it." There's no uncertainty in his voice, but the restless movement of his hands pauses as he steps closer to bump his hip against the guildleaders chair. "Doesn't make any sense to run a group out of a place you don't even live. Especially not when there's so much opportunity here."
A shrug, and then it's back to fiddling with the hand wrap, though he doesn't step away, hoping to offer some comfort with just his presence.
Whatever nerves plague Sunjata don't touch Nate, though he doesn't, a hand wrap left behind by someone else wrapping around his hand absently, tightening and loosening over and over again. "I think they're gonna deal with it." There's no uncertainty in his voice, but the restless movement of his hands pauses as he steps closer to bump his hip against the guildleaders chair. "Doesn't make any sense to run a group out of a place you don't even live. Especially not when there's so much opportunity here."
A shrug, and then it's back to fiddling with the hand wrap, though he doesn't step away, hoping to offer some comfort with just his presence.
And the mornings are unkind
NATE
