NATE
Maea's next question nearly made Nate wince, though he had the good sense to not let his face slip at all. "It depends." He said softly, trying to find a simple way to explain. "I won't know for sure until we've done more work, but depending on what it is, there's ways to manage." The thought that she's made a liar out of him comes to mind. Their first conversation, he'd said there was nothing he missed about his old world, but now, Nate wasn't sure how true that was. He misses the modern medicine, the fact that he knew there was a way to ease this.
He's still lost in his own head as the silent drama unfolds between the other two, not that he would understand it anyway. He looks up just as the attuned whispers out a reassurance, and feels the curve of his smile growing warmer, the sly edge leaving it. Nate catches the steel eyes as they turn to him, and he find himself wondering about the depth in them, wondering what's going on in his head. If he's feeling as strange about this arrangement as Nate himself is.
Feeling strange about it doesn't make him pull away though, Nate's hands still on Maea's arm. If anything, he does the opposite, and shifts so he's closer to the chair, the reasoning that its to avoid strain on Maea's arm, which ignores the point that he's still holding her. His eyes are still on Sunjata, almost daring him to say something, to stop Nate before he makes himself a space here. Nate's always been good at that, his presence in the bar, the advocates a generous example.
He's still lost in his own head as the silent drama unfolds between the other two, not that he would understand it anyway. He looks up just as the attuned whispers out a reassurance, and feels the curve of his smile growing warmer, the sly edge leaving it. Nate catches the steel eyes as they turn to him, and he find himself wondering about the depth in them, wondering what's going on in his head. If he's feeling as strange about this arrangement as Nate himself is.
Feeling strange about it doesn't make him pull away though, Nate's hands still on Maea's arm. If anything, he does the opposite, and shifts so he's closer to the chair, the reasoning that its to avoid strain on Maea's arm, which ignores the point that he's still holding her. His eyes are still on Sunjata, almost daring him to say something, to stop Nate before he makes himself a space here. Nate's always been good at that, his presence in the bar, the advocates a generous example.
It's a bitch convincing people to like you
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