Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
There's another huff, another roll of his eyes at the obvious admission. "It was only horrible for a second. Then I couldn't feel anything at all." Nate's voiced swelled again, more to be dramatic than with any real emotion. It was a little strange, to be describing his ascension like this, like some kind of horror show, when his only memories of the night, of the deep dark cave he'd been in, were excitement. Happiness. And that made it all the worse, didn't it? Because he'd done this to himself?
It was that last thought that always got him, that he always blocked out. He'd been convinced to do this, tricked into it. And with the vitriol that still swirled in Nate, it was still easy to believe, to blame Sam, to snap his bright eyes back to the stranger and work his jaw, grinding the answer between his teeth before he spits it out. "Long enough. A few months, maybe." Then, another snarl, a sudden realization. "Why does it matter? It's done, and I'm a fucking..." This wasn't fun to be dramatic about anymore, it was touching dangerously close to a real nerve, the one he'd come out to avoid.
It was that last thought that always got him, that he always blocked out. He'd been convinced to do this, tricked into it. And with the vitriol that still swirled in Nate, it was still easy to believe, to blame Sam, to snap his bright eyes back to the stranger and work his jaw, grinding the answer between his teeth before he spits it out. "Long enough. A few months, maybe." Then, another snarl, a sudden realization. "Why does it matter? It's done, and I'm a fucking..." This wasn't fun to be dramatic about anymore, it was touching dangerously close to a real nerve, the one he'd come out to avoid.
NATE
