NATE
The last thing, the absolute last thing Nate wants right now is to be away from home. Even if he’s still in Torchline, any distance feels like too much with what Sunjata is going through, more worry than he dares to let on gripping him tightly, wearing him down. Hell, he’d half considered asking Sunjata to come spend the day with him, after they’d walked down to the clinic together.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he owes Vai more than he feels like he could ever repay, Nate wouldn’t have bothered coming in, would have made some excuse and wriggled out of it. But it’s the witch’s day off, so here he is, admittedly hiding in the upstairs office.
Pemota drifts in the lobby, very nearly dozing, and still a better receptionist than Nate would be himself. Nothing gets past her, and her starlight fills the first floor with a gentle, calming aura. And it’s only because of her that he knows the door has opened, that a woman has walked in, greeted by a trill from the starwhal.
”I’m coming!” Nate sends the words down the stairs before he even rises, though he’s not far behind them, creaking stairs announcing his descent. ”What can I do for you, miss?” It’s the first thing out of his mouth when he finally steps into the waiting roo, the smile on his face warm, even if it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he owes Vai more than he feels like he could ever repay, Nate wouldn’t have bothered coming in, would have made some excuse and wriggled out of it. But it’s the witch’s day off, so here he is, admittedly hiding in the upstairs office.
Pemota drifts in the lobby, very nearly dozing, and still a better receptionist than Nate would be himself. Nothing gets past her, and her starlight fills the first floor with a gentle, calming aura. And it’s only because of her that he knows the door has opened, that a woman has walked in, greeted by a trill from the starwhal.
”I’m coming!” Nate sends the words down the stairs before he even rises, though he’s not far behind them, creaking stairs announcing his descent. ”What can I do for you, miss?” It’s the first thing out of his mouth when he finally steps into the waiting roo, the smile on his face warm, even if it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
I am the problem
And you just sit there watching
And you just sit there watching
