did you miss me enough to drink, or did you drink enough to miss me?
With no family to remember, no lost pod to mourn, the disconnect does not tug at Pemota nearly as much as it does Jyoti, though the mournful keeping tugs at something in Nate, giving more power to that guilt settled in at the back of his throat, that had been biding it's time ever since Amalia said a starwhale had to fall.
The single word, the Ah, combined with the renewed darkness in her eyes, has Nate shifting uncomfortably again, lifting a brow almost halfheartedly in her direction. "It almost sounds like you've heard of me." He jokes, because humour is always his first line of defence, even when it's not advisable, like right now.
Nate has accepted that his transaction here is just going to feel awkward and uncomfortable, and tries to take solace in that new truth as she doesn't move, just questions him, like it's some kind of test. He stifles a sigh behind his teeth, doing his best to keep his smile in place when he speaks. "I promised my partner I'd help him pack things up to go to Torchline, and... didn't, at the last minute." There's a saccharine sweetness in his voice, and he even manages to tack a chuckle on the end, a perfectly relatable happenstance.
The single word, the Ah, combined with the renewed darkness in her eyes, has Nate shifting uncomfortably again, lifting a brow almost halfheartedly in her direction. "It almost sounds like you've heard of me." He jokes, because humour is always his first line of defence, even when it's not advisable, like right now.
Nate has accepted that his transaction here is just going to feel awkward and uncomfortable, and tries to take solace in that new truth as she doesn't move, just questions him, like it's some kind of test. He stifles a sigh behind his teeth, doing his best to keep his smile in place when he speaks. "I promised my partner I'd help him pack things up to go to Torchline, and... didn't, at the last minute." There's a saccharine sweetness in his voice, and he even manages to tack a chuckle on the end, a perfectly relatable happenstance.
NATE
