Don't make me a liar, 'cause I swear to god When I said it I thought it was true
Nate knows the signs of a difficult topic when he sees them, hell, this entire conversation so far has been a difficult topic, so he knows well enough to hold his tongue, to give Melita whatever time she needs to get her explanation in order. Though really, what he gets doesn't explain too much, all of his experience of shitty times rooted in the unfortunately mundane. It feels rude to ask for more, when what had come so far had already been difficult, so he nods instead, accepting the Rift as some kind of terrible magic and leaving it at that. "I'm sorry you went through that." The words are offered quietly enough that she can ignore them if she wants, if they're not enough or she doesn't want to linger.
Something he says seems to make some kind of sense though, pulls Melita's gaze up, not to him, but something is better than nothing. Nate's focus doesn't shift away from her, the pink shapes in the water going unnoticed by him. "Y'know, I usually charge for medical advice. I guess I can make an exception, since you're some kind of family" He jokes, grabbing the humour in her words and running with it. "If it is like a really stubborn cold, I'd give it a week?" There wasn't really any kind of precedent for memory nightmares, at least not as far as he knew, but a week sounded like a reasonable amount of time.
Something he says seems to make some kind of sense though, pulls Melita's gaze up, not to him, but something is better than nothing. Nate's focus doesn't shift away from her, the pink shapes in the water going unnoticed by him. "Y'know, I usually charge for medical advice. I guess I can make an exception, since you're some kind of family" He jokes, grabbing the humour in her words and running with it. "If it is like a really stubborn cold, I'd give it a week?" There wasn't really any kind of precedent for memory nightmares, at least not as far as he knew, but a week sounded like a reasonable amount of time.
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