- NATE -
no surrender, no retreat, i'll tear down every wall
just to keep you warm, just to bring you home
just to keep you warm, just to bring you home
A month ago, there was nothing that would convince Nate he'd be being civil with Sam again, nothing that would convince him he'd be going out of his way to help the other man. Pity, though, was a powerful force.
Still he had an image to maintain, had to go around his niceties real carefully. A load of fish, dropped off for the hungry grounders, enough to make Sam look good, and to take the load off where ever the seasonal refugees were staying. It was a genius plan, as far as he was concerned, one of the better ones he'd had. He could spend a night fishing, make his delivery before the sun rose, and be at his clinic by dawn, no one the wiser.
Armed with a net and a dinghy, Nate shoved off into the ocean under the light of the moon, keeping as close to the shore as he could, while still going deep enough to have a chance to catch something. Pemota drifted along just above the boat, a quiet buzz of contentment radiating from her, the starwhal happy to be under the stars, over the water. Really, it seemed like a perfect night, until he actually started to try and catch fish.
Maybe he would have benefited with some practice with the net before he got out onto the water, but he manages, after a dozen false starts, after every curse he knows has been uttered, to get the net into the water, spread out the way it should be. then it's just waiting, settling in the boat and waiting for something, some sign that he'd caught something.
Still he had an image to maintain, had to go around his niceties real carefully. A load of fish, dropped off for the hungry grounders, enough to make Sam look good, and to take the load off where ever the seasonal refugees were staying. It was a genius plan, as far as he was concerned, one of the better ones he'd had. He could spend a night fishing, make his delivery before the sun rose, and be at his clinic by dawn, no one the wiser.
Armed with a net and a dinghy, Nate shoved off into the ocean under the light of the moon, keeping as close to the shore as he could, while still going deep enough to have a chance to catch something. Pemota drifted along just above the boat, a quiet buzz of contentment radiating from her, the starwhal happy to be under the stars, over the water. Really, it seemed like a perfect night, until he actually started to try and catch fish.
Maybe he would have benefited with some practice with the net before he got out onto the water, but he manages, after a dozen false starts, after every curse he knows has been uttered, to get the net into the water, spread out the way it should be. then it's just waiting, settling in the boat and waiting for something, some sign that he'd caught something.
i will burn this city down for a diamond in the dust
i'll keep you safe and sound when there's no one left to trust
i'll keep you safe and sound when there's no one left to trust
