maybe you don't understand what i'm going through
”Mel’s who you aren’t.” If there’s something of a snap to Nate’s voice, blame it on the unfamiliar feeling of being wholly alive again. Still his hand is pressed to his chest, feeling the beat, the occasional stumble brought on by more of a shock than anyone is supposed to be able to stand up to. ”Shes my niece.” Steel eyes dart down, taking himself in again. ”Our niece, I guess.”
Another thought occurs to him, the hand not feeling for every heart heart rifling through pockets until he pulls out a smoke, lighting it up as he follows his companions lead and looks over the room, taking in the carving of the man, glancing between it and the door a few times. ”So,” Theres no harm in making conversation while they try and work this out, is there? ”Who are you, if not who you look like?”
Another thought occurs to him, the hand not feeling for every heart heart rifling through pockets until he pulls out a smoke, lighting it up as he follows his companions lead and looks over the room, taking in the carving of the man, glancing between it and the door a few times. ”So,” Theres no harm in making conversation while they try and work this out, is there? ”Who are you, if not who you look like?”
it's only me, what you got to lose?
Nate?
