you've got an appetite for destruction, i guess that makes you just like me
There's an echo in his head, something from Pemota that's partially pity, and partially a savage glee, and for maybe the first time Nate completely understands his companion. He reaches up, brushing his fingers along her belly, and considers Sam, chewing the inside of his cheek. And while Pemota tolerated his touch, the cloud wyrms did not appreciate how close his hand got, scattering in every direction, and thickening the fog around them.
"A walk, huh?" Nate nods, not quite looking at Sam, focusing somewhere over his shoulder instead. The more he saw the anxious, fidgety mess of a man before him, the worse he started to feel, and the harder it got to speak. He was already struggling enough. "Seems... kinda late for you." He points out, knowing the daytime schedule Sam tended to stick to.
The chance to change the subject away from the other man is jumped on, Nate rolling his shoulders back, still not quite looking at Sam, but he's managed to get his voice pressed into something that feels more natural, that isn't a growl, or an emotionless struggle. "I was... I guess walking too. Killing time, before I went to the clinic."
"A walk, huh?" Nate nods, not quite looking at Sam, focusing somewhere over his shoulder instead. The more he saw the anxious, fidgety mess of a man before him, the worse he started to feel, and the harder it got to speak. He was already struggling enough. "Seems... kinda late for you." He points out, knowing the daytime schedule Sam tended to stick to.
The chance to change the subject away from the other man is jumped on, Nate rolling his shoulders back, still not quite looking at Sam, but he's managed to get his voice pressed into something that feels more natural, that isn't a growl, or an emotionless struggle. "I was... I guess walking too. Killing time, before I went to the clinic."
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