you've got an appetite for destruction, i guess that makes you just like me
Apologies out of the way, thank gods, Nate got them turned back towards the path again, his hand rising to stroke along Pemota's side while he did, wondering absently at the strange dislike she had of Sam, but glad that it was making him seem better. He's focused more on the path ahead than anything else, his long stride slowed a little for the other man's sake, though the stumbled answer draws his gaze, a brow raised. "The uh, older guy, right? Friends in low places?" Though it wasn't really any of his business, Nate desperately wanted to know how that had happened, if Sam was in someone else's bed again so soon. "I know him, but I don't know know him, y'know?" A huff of laughter, and his eyes are facing forward again.
Really, it's a miracle he's managed to avoid the elephant in the room so long, that he's kept himself from asking after it, but Nate really can't hold back, now that they're walking, and talking nicely. "So... what happened? With your voice, your resistance?"
Really, it's a miracle he's managed to avoid the elephant in the room so long, that he's kept himself from asking after it, but Nate really can't hold back, now that they're walking, and talking nicely. "So... what happened? With your voice, your resistance?"
NATE
