you've got an appetite for destruction, i guess that makes you just like me
Nate's brow rises, somehow casual and pointed all at once as Sam talks about the smuggler in a very incriminating way, though the little smile speaks volumes more than his words ever could. It wasn't his business though, much as he wanted to poke into it, to offer the portent that nothing happened for free, so instead Nate simply nodded. "You'll have to let me know the way." He says simply, before dropping the subject, just to keep himself away from the temptation of the tease.
The sad tale that Sam spins has ice flowing in Nate's veins, so close to his own plans, that he's belatedly relieved that he'd been too wrapped up in hurt to have truly spoken his mind at the shrine. Somehow, losing everything hadn't registered as an option. "Shit." He finally says, after his silence has stretched out into something uncomfortable. "Do you know what you're going to do now? What... what about fluid, or... I guess you have Zeph, huh?" The implication is clear in his voice, less a tease and more a simple joke though.
The sad tale that Sam spins has ice flowing in Nate's veins, so close to his own plans, that he's belatedly relieved that he'd been too wrapped up in hurt to have truly spoken his mind at the shrine. Somehow, losing everything hadn't registered as an option. "Shit." He finally says, after his silence has stretched out into something uncomfortable. "Do you know what you're going to do now? What... what about fluid, or... I guess you have Zeph, huh?" The implication is clear in his voice, less a tease and more a simple joke though.
NATE
