Isla
Listen, OK, he's also steaming drunk, so it's not like Isla has much of a benchmark of seriousness to work with here. Still, as he stumbles to a halt beside her and she glances back at him, she can't help but chuckle, holding up her hands in placation. "Hey, I wasn't trying to insult you!" she says. "It's just that with you being married. To Nate... well, people know. They might not be so quick to show their interest like they used to be."
Ushering him forward again as they head towards the distant Sanctuary lights, Isla's smile fades by degrees. "It's a helluva coping mechanism," she agrees with a soft sigh, resting her hands in her coat pockets. "Could I offer you some strong coffee and a game of cards instead? I'm sure Cal will be awake as well to make the most of it. We don't sleep much, as you can imagine."
Ushering him forward again as they head towards the distant Sanctuary lights, Isla's smile fades by degrees. "It's a helluva coping mechanism," she agrees with a soft sigh, resting her hands in her coat pockets. "Could I offer you some strong coffee and a game of cards instead? I'm sure Cal will be awake as well to make the most of it. We don't sleep much, as you can imagine."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
