NATE
i got a number on me, i got a number
won't make it through the high noon sun
won't make it through the high noon sun
There is something carefully neutral in Nate’s face as he listen to Ray, his gaze never leaving her, not even blinking. He sucks his teeth before he speaks, his voice as polite as he can manage. “I’m not exactly sure our experiences are comparable.” Which was... fine, it was fine, he could understand it. He’d been on the opposite sides of conversations before. He could be mature about it. He’d always had to be before.
Nate does sit, the part of him that would normally protest shouted down by the part insisting he hold onto himself as much as possible. “I’m just... I’m jealous. Fuck is there t’see in me when there’s a goddess lookin’ after you?” It’s surprisingly honest, and a safer path to follow than anger, since he’s being forced to choose one.
Nate does sit, the part of him that would normally protest shouted down by the part insisting he hold onto himself as much as possible. “I’m just... I’m jealous. Fuck is there t’see in me when there’s a goddess lookin’ after you?” It’s surprisingly honest, and a safer path to follow than anger, since he’s being forced to choose one.
i was a hero early in the morning
i ain't no hero in the night
i ain't no hero in the night
