Nate
Nate sniffled, almost fighting when Adam took the bottle back, but deciding it wasn’t worth it. Instead, he rubbed at his nose, his cheeks, trying to spread out the tingling like it was something he could affect. ”I’ve been pretty fucking sober lately.” He snaps back, without any real heat. The room is very slowly starting to spin and he is, in turn, starting to very slowly ease into it. ”Lillium.” He repeats, for no real reason other than to speak, and hear his own voice. ”Never thought I’d be getting high on some...” Nate waved his hand, the action distracting him a moment before he comes back to his words, “...some kind of fantasy drugs.” Then he snorted, and shook his head, almost tipping over as he does.
There is no blue in his eyes when he looks up at Adam, his brows furrowing then relaxing as he parses the words. ”Sam.” He says, with absolute certainty, before grinning and nodding. ”Matches all the way down. Hot little number.” He’s learned his lesson, and doesn’t nod, not really. Instead Nate just kinda bobs, as if it means anything close to the same thing, and taps along his own chest. ”Don’t you got... some weird guy with you too?”
So let's face it this was never what you wanted
But I know it's fun to pretend
But I know it's fun to pretend
Now blank stares and empty threats
Are all I have, they're all I have
Are all I have, they're all I have
