NATE
Nate quiets, his eyes growing distant as Isla grows distracted by whatever’s in his head. He wonders if he’s missing out, in some way. Wonders if he’s getting what he wanted. “I aim to please.” He mutters on reflex, the words falling flat, not that it seems like Isla is really paying enough attention to say anything about it.
“Fuck, you didn’t tell me there’d be tests.” He complains, running through a table in his head before reciting it out loud, feeling more than a little childish as he goes through his ”Three, six, nine...” all the way up to ”thirty-nine.” A smug sound chuckles out of him, Nate only barely resisting the urge to shift to look up at Isla. “Good enough?”
“Fuck, you didn’t tell me there’d be tests.” He complains, running through a table in his head before reciting it out loud, feeling more than a little childish as he goes through his ”Three, six, nine...” all the way up to ”thirty-nine.” A smug sound chuckles out of him, Nate only barely resisting the urge to shift to look up at Isla. “Good enough?”
So unscrew my head and rinse it out
Polish my thoughts, turn into doubts
Polish my thoughts, turn into doubts
