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.
The boy looks up, and Nate meets his size gaze evenly, feeling the smallest spark of jealousy for the youth he exuded. God he couldn’t remember the last time he felt even half the energy he could see in the others face. He was probably just biased because he was tired.
He had turned away again, his eyes closed but rest still eluding him. Nate wasn’t even surprised when he was asked for advice, just a few moments later. Hands moved before his eyes opened, reaching out for the knife and the block of wood. Despite his dropping eyes, his fingers were still deft, twirling the blade until it settled in his hand how he wanted.
”Blade away from you. Thumb on the back.” Nate moved the blade, shaving off a thin slice from the plane that was being worked on. ”Keeps your fingers out the way, and gives you more control.” The little blade twirled again, and was handed back to Clem, handle first.
