NATE
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
Well, what an opener that was. Nate could only blink, amazed at the smile on Phoebes face after what she’d said. ”I uh... suppose that checks out then, yea.” There was a touch of awkwardness in his voice, and he cleared his throat to try and move past it. Maybe he was being too cavalier about this whole Longnight thing. Maybe he should be more worried about Sams plans to go out into the darkness.
”I’ve been... pretty well, all things considered.” He nodded and returned her smile, then lifted an arm to run the back of his neck sheepishly. ”I’d heard you were sick, and figured uh... quarantine was the best idea for it. But you’re better, obviously, and I’m here now.”
