LOCKE
He doesn't miss the way Nate reacts but he's not going to comment on it. He chalks it up to the fires because he doesn't have any other reason not to. He does return Nate's grin though, stepping just a bit closer. "It has. Did you have fun riding a chicken or whatever it was?" He'd heard so many stories about it at this point that he has no idea what's true and what's not.
Locke watches Nate shrug off the sun and he shrugs back. Fine, if he doesn't care than neither will Locke. The question makes him look down at his own hands before he holds them out to show Nate properly. They've healed, poorly but still. It's clear that it was an amateur who bandaged them up, or it probably would be to Nate. He's got most of the feeling and most of his dexterity back but a few nerves were severed and the scars in some places are thick enough to make it harder to use his hands. Not that he really notices anymore.
"Sorry about your window.. Had to break one of them. Well, I thought I had to break one of them." He's not a think things out in the moment kind of guy.
Locke watches Nate shrug off the sun and he shrugs back. Fine, if he doesn't care than neither will Locke. The question makes him look down at his own hands before he holds them out to show Nate properly. They've healed, poorly but still. It's clear that it was an amateur who bandaged them up, or it probably would be to Nate. He's got most of the feeling and most of his dexterity back but a few nerves were severed and the scars in some places are thick enough to make it harder to use his hands. Not that he really notices anymore.
"Sorry about your window.. Had to break one of them. Well, I thought I had to break one of them." He's not a think things out in the moment kind of guy.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
