I've been thinking too much.
Nathaniel snorts a laugh as he turns to raise a brow at the stranger. “Big, yeah.” How pathetic is it to admit he’s jealous? He decides he isn’t, really. He survived, after all, without any need for outside help. Nathaniel shoves the worried tangle forming in his guts far, far down. Well out of reach. “I don’t live up here.” For half a second, he considers saying more, but then he looks at the stranger. And decides he doesn’t really want the man to know where he lives. “Anyway, it’s better to keep your head down on Longnight. Unless you don’t want it.”
If he feels a twinge of pity for the obvious Outlander, Nathaniel doesn’t show it. “You’re not from here, are you?” He asks, turning to fully face the stranger again. A sort of triumph sneaks into Nate’s tone. An I know more than you do, anyway even if he rarely takes joy in talking, at all. He is still better off than some random Outlander, Spark Bird or not. “Did you get here in the middle of Longnight?” Poor bastard.
If he feels a twinge of pity for the obvious Outlander, Nathaniel doesn’t show it. “You’re not from here, are you?” He asks, turning to fully face the stranger again. A sort of triumph sneaks into Nate’s tone. An I know more than you do, anyway even if he rarely takes joy in talking, at all. He is still better off than some random Outlander, Spark Bird or not. “Did you get here in the middle of Longnight?” Poor bastard.
Nate
