NATE
Nate’s face doesn’t move until Amun is standing directly in front of him, the blankness replaced with a sharp grin. ”I thought you could tell me.” Unlike the potter, the smile on the doctors face is easy, spread wide. It’s his eyes that reveal his true feelings, mismatched colours hard, and burning a hole into the other ascended. ”We haven’t talked in a while, have we?”
He’s still not standing yet, but Nate still has a presence, an aura of tightly gripped upset. Not quite anger, but gods, it’s trying. ”Long enough for you to bite my husband, apparently, and decide the best way to deal with it was to say don’t be mad and nothing else.” Maybe at first he could accept it, would let it slide without caring, but Amun would Barry look at him. It couldn’t be as simple as a bite.
He’s still not standing yet, but Nate still has a presence, an aura of tightly gripped upset. Not quite anger, but gods, it’s trying. ”Long enough for you to bite my husband, apparently, and decide the best way to deal with it was to say don’t be mad and nothing else.” Maybe at first he could accept it, would let it slide without caring, but Amun would Barry look at him. It couldn’t be as simple as a bite.
Foot on the gas, too fast to turn
Ain't gonna last, you gonna crash and burn
Ain't gonna last, you gonna crash and burn
