NATE
Nate knows a lot of things about Sam. Maybe too many. Maybe just enough, because the only reason he doesn’t laugh at the suggestion the bookmaker gives is he knows it completely sincere. “I think we’re past diplomacy.” He manages through a poorly concealed grin.
He rubs at his nose with an irritated huff, and tips Mia into his arms. “The upgrade comes from her, but I don’t know if the visions do.” A false arm crackles into existence to push his hair back out of his face, then reaches out to poke towards Sam, agressive and teasing all at once. “Why didn’t I get something that suited me, huh? Like you.”
He rubs at his nose with an irritated huff, and tips Mia into his arms. “The upgrade comes from her, but I don’t know if the visions do.” A false arm crackles into existence to push his hair back out of his face, then reaches out to poke towards Sam, agressive and teasing all at once. “Why didn’t I get something that suited me, huh? Like you.”
You got me actin' like the old me
But you don't even know me
But you don't even know me
