I see your true colours shining through
It was mind boggling, that all the science fiction and fantasy theories of a multi-dimensional universe being proven correct, time and again, with each Outlander from Earth he hears about, or meets. He ran a hand through his hair, before deciding it was time to put layers back on - even the badly sunburnt needed protection from the cold, even if steam still rose from his back and arms. He pulled his shirt down, and then reached for his thicker overcoat, locking in what warmth the chilly air hadn't stolen away.The moment of silence after his Damn was echoed by Nate wasn't uncomfortable or overly long, but just right - a moment where two individuals wrapped their minds around the implications of the shared existence here, in this moment. Then, Chuy had to laugh, to let the amusement over the ridiculousness of it all rise up and bellow from his lungs.
Because if he didn't laugh, he'd probably cry, and no-one (least of all, him) wanted that.
"Bit of an understatement," he chuckled, shaking his head. Then he rose, dusting the snow off from where it clung to his pants, and seemingly dusting off the mild shock and awe of the revelation of their different timelines. He'd be happy to answer questions about the 'future' for Nate, but it felt like a moot point - they were here now, weren't they? "You heading to the Citadel?" he asked, realising he hadn't really ascertained what a stranger was doing wandering around on the Tundra all alone.
so don't be afraid, to let them show
CHULANE
