did you miss me enough to drink, or did you drink enough to miss me?
It would take an idiot to not feel the shift in the bakery, the ice in the two words he's offered back. I see. But as far as Nate is concerned, he's done no wrong, done nothing to warrant the change, and he's not going to do anything about it, save for the shift of his hand, a more protective curl around Pemota. Her song is softer now, upset by this wedge driven between her and the only kin she'd ever met, but unwilling to approach again, to toe the lines between loyalties.
Nate takes the distraction as an actual question, and shifts a half step closer to the counter, eager to get through this uncomfortable as quickly as possible. "Nathaniel. And I just need something sweet, and quick." A shrug, his weight shifting from one side to the other, trying to toe the line of normal. "It's for an apology, if that helps at all." And from Pemota, there is a similar discomfort, a suspicion. The sense that if the Shield could change her, she would, but why?
Nate takes the distraction as an actual question, and shifts a half step closer to the counter, eager to get through this uncomfortable as quickly as possible. "Nathaniel. And I just need something sweet, and quick." A shrug, his weight shifting from one side to the other, trying to toe the line of normal. "It's for an apology, if that helps at all." And from Pemota, there is a similar discomfort, a suspicion. The sense that if the Shield could change her, she would, but why?
NATE
