I couldn't get the boy to kill me but I wore his jacket for the longest time
Nate shifts to glance sidelong at Wessex as she joins him below the surface, his face impossible to read, even without the murkiness of being underwater clouding it. Aw, worried about me? The teasing words come with a wide grin, though Nate fades back into seriousness quickly. I miss drinking and fucking. There's no point in beating around the bush, though he isn't as specific as he'd otherwise be. There is a pause, where he seems to consider saying more, but it passes, a shrug rolling over his shoulders.
The beckons is followed quickly, Nate quietly hoping that they'd be moving deeper, the thought of danger not actually reaching him. Damn. Teleporting, mind... talking. What can't you do? Then, as the words actually sink in, more, slightly more frantic words. Do you think there might be something down there?
Not that it would stop him. Like he was going to look like a coward in front of Wessex, when he'd already been more vulnerable than he liked. Besides, they had a safety net.
The beckons is followed quickly, Nate quietly hoping that they'd be moving deeper, the thought of danger not actually reaching him. Damn. Teleporting, mind... talking. What can't you do? Then, as the words actually sink in, more, slightly more frantic words. Do you think there might be something down there?
Not that it would stop him. Like he was going to look like a coward in front of Wessex, when he'd already been more vulnerable than he liked. Besides, they had a safety net.
NATE
