NATE
It's a bit like holding your own hand, while not being anything like that at the same time. There's a part of Nate that knows this is simply him on both sides of it, touching and being touched, and there is a louder part of him that shudders and shrinks away from being so open, from being touched. It's wrong, and the doctor can't help the breath that leaves him, greedy fingers sweeping along a part of him that doesn't even feel human. They linger in the places Isla leads them to, and once he's released Nate keeps touching a while longer, trying to record the sensation to memory. Wondering if maybe he touches whichever part of him lights up with the attempt.
As much as he might want the moment to last forever, there is a point where the protests of his systems finally scream louder than the interest he has, and Nate reluctantly lets his hand fall away again. “I’m happy.” He gestures for her to do what she needs to to put him back together, sitting still and impatiently to be done now. Despite the minute tapping of his fingers, Nate manages to play the good patient for a touch longer, waiting until Isla lets him sit up, and squinting around the room.
He might not be able to leave right away, but he can at least sit quietly in a corner of Isla’s office, letting her write her notes and occasionally asking questions as they come to him. A handful of side effects have gripped him by the time Sunjata arrives, Nate heading off any questions with a beatific smile and just the slightest daze in his eyes. Concerns can be addressed later, after they’ve gone home.
Done
As much as he might want the moment to last forever, there is a point where the protests of his systems finally scream louder than the interest he has, and Nate reluctantly lets his hand fall away again. “I’m happy.” He gestures for her to do what she needs to to put him back together, sitting still and impatiently to be done now. Despite the minute tapping of his fingers, Nate manages to play the good patient for a touch longer, waiting until Isla lets him sit up, and squinting around the room.
He might not be able to leave right away, but he can at least sit quietly in a corner of Isla’s office, letting her write her notes and occasionally asking questions as they come to him. A handful of side effects have gripped him by the time Sunjata arrives, Nate heading off any questions with a beatific smile and just the slightest daze in his eyes. Concerns can be addressed later, after they’ve gone home.
Done
So unscrew my head and rinse it out
Polish my thoughts, turn into doubts
Polish my thoughts, turn into doubts
