'cause karma's just a different word for bad luck &
Really, it should be less of a surprise when a lump of dirt comes flying towards him, somehow unerringly aimed for his face, but it's not. Nate's just happy he'd had his mouth closed when it hit, and that it had been sand enough to not actually cause any damage. The open hands close, a little resigned, and he has to fight to not laugh as he reaches up to wipe his face. "That's uh.... yea, it's my fault. I didn't think about how that was gonna look." Really, he should just be grateful dirt was all he got.
Once his face is wiped off though, he can peer at her a little closer, his reasoning feeling a little more fair. "There are not many people with red hair round here. So... I thought you might have been my ex." A light shrug, and no detail given as to what that would have entailed, whether it was a good thing or not. Honestly, he wasn't actually sure what he'd do if he saw Sam around here, whether he'd try to talk, or if it'd end in another blowout. And god, that was a scandal he wanted to avoid.
Maybe it was for the best she wasn't who he'd thought.
There's still a lingering sense of guilt though, despite the fact that they should be more than even, so Nate rolls his shoulders, gestures around. "Did you need a hand getting anywhere? Shrine, portal? I know the area pretty well, and the least I can do is keep you safe from actual creeps."
Once his face is wiped off though, he can peer at her a little closer, his reasoning feeling a little more fair. "There are not many people with red hair round here. So... I thought you might have been my ex." A light shrug, and no detail given as to what that would have entailed, whether it was a good thing or not. Honestly, he wasn't actually sure what he'd do if he saw Sam around here, whether he'd try to talk, or if it'd end in another blowout. And god, that was a scandal he wanted to avoid.
Maybe it was for the best she wasn't who he'd thought.
There's still a lingering sense of guilt though, despite the fact that they should be more than even, so Nate rolls his shoulders, gestures around. "Did you need a hand getting anywhere? Shrine, portal? I know the area pretty well, and the least I can do is keep you safe from actual creeps."
what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
NATE
