You win a lot, but you lose just a little bit more than you gained in the end
Nate leans into the joke, the tease easily, his grin only widening. "Is that how you get to look like that?" He lets his eyes roam cheekily down Bastien's body, flicking back up with a light shrug, an easy roll of his shoulders. "Maybe I should look into changing up my diet." Bastien was far easier to get along with than he'd assumed, even the moment's of pompousness more fun than anything. Even if it meant being in the Grounds again, he couldn't regret this visit in the least.
He would be glad to settle into the silence of eating, Nate's mind wandering just a little, back to the items he'd seen on the shelf, almost coming to the one accidentally sequestered in his pocket before the artist spoke again, distracting him away. "Sometimes. Not as much now as I did in the beginning." There's a short laugh that comes with it, another easy shrug. "I've built a lot more here than I'd ever have the chance to build back there." He takes another bite, chewing it thoughtfully, then leans in. "Do you wish you could go back?"
He would be glad to settle into the silence of eating, Nate's mind wandering just a little, back to the items he'd seen on the shelf, almost coming to the one accidentally sequestered in his pocket before the artist spoke again, distracting him away. "Sometimes. Not as much now as I did in the beginning." There's a short laugh that comes with it, another easy shrug. "I've built a lot more here than I'd ever have the chance to build back there." He takes another bite, chewing it thoughtfully, then leans in. "Do you wish you could go back?"
NATE
