you've got an appetite for destruction, i guess that makes you just like me
"Oh, that close huh?" Nate hummed, more worried about the fact that Sam felt like he needed an escort for the short distance than whatever time they were going to spend together. With an apology out in the air, with the both of them actually acting civil, he could do this for a while. After all the only real wedge between them was the one he'd put there, and if they could both ignore it, there was no problem.
Despite what Sam might think, might hope, the only thought on Nate's mind regarding his rebellion, his exile from the ascended was worry. How close had he come to that being him? Sam was far more devout than he was, than he'd ever been, and it didn't make any sense. It just made a low anxiety bubble in his guts, his jaw working.
A brow lifted as Nate turned, his steps not pausing despite the fact that he wasn't looking where he was going. "You think they're gonna answer?" He asks gently, trying to keep his voice nonchalant, to ignore Pemota's quiet indignation at how much hope he had attached to the question. "I hope it works out for you Sam." It might sound particularly warm, but it was selfish, Nate wanting there to be a precedent he could follow after.
Despite what Sam might think, might hope, the only thought on Nate's mind regarding his rebellion, his exile from the ascended was worry. How close had he come to that being him? Sam was far more devout than he was, than he'd ever been, and it didn't make any sense. It just made a low anxiety bubble in his guts, his jaw working.
A brow lifted as Nate turned, his steps not pausing despite the fact that he wasn't looking where he was going. "You think they're gonna answer?" He asks gently, trying to keep his voice nonchalant, to ignore Pemota's quiet indignation at how much hope he had attached to the question. "I hope it works out for you Sam." It might sound particularly warm, but it was selfish, Nate wanting there to be a precedent he could follow after.
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