Even when I look away, I’m still looking. He is inside his body, and I am inside my body, and it matters less and less
A silent sigh of relief leaves Nate as his information is accepted, as it acts as the balm he'd meant it. "It's good that you still have something from home. And that you don't have to worry about them suffering." There was a sincerity in his words, a genuine warmth, and maybe, a little bite of jealousy.
Nate has to stifle a low chuckle when she admits she isn't good at making friends, that she doesn't know what to do. This another thing he feels like he can help, at least in some way. "You shouldn't have to do anything to make friends." He offers, gesturing between them with the arm Letha wasn't holding. "I mean, look at us! Friends already." There's a pause to laugh, his elbow nudging her gently before he settles, humming before he continues, a more sombre tone in his voice to match her sadness. "Some people are more sensitive about it, but I can promise you not everyone cares about what race you are." And he should know, his own closest relationship with an attuned, not that either of them particularly gave a fuck about the races, the tensions between them.
"She might be." Nate agrees, an easy shrug rolling over his shoulders. Privately, he didn't think the Voice had that much concern with what they did or didn't remember, if it did or didn't hurt them. "Do you remember anything other than your family?"
Nate has to stifle a low chuckle when she admits she isn't good at making friends, that she doesn't know what to do. This another thing he feels like he can help, at least in some way. "You shouldn't have to do anything to make friends." He offers, gesturing between them with the arm Letha wasn't holding. "I mean, look at us! Friends already." There's a pause to laugh, his elbow nudging her gently before he settles, humming before he continues, a more sombre tone in his voice to match her sadness. "Some people are more sensitive about it, but I can promise you not everyone cares about what race you are." And he should know, his own closest relationship with an attuned, not that either of them particularly gave a fuck about the races, the tensions between them.
"She might be." Nate agrees, an easy shrug rolling over his shoulders. Privately, he didn't think the Voice had that much concern with what they did or didn't remember, if it did or didn't hurt them. "Do you remember anything other than your family?"
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