you don't know me, don't you think that i get lonely?
Last time she'd come close enough to touch him, to hold his face, Nate had closed his eyes, refused to look until she had moved away again. Now though, he doesn't stop himself from drinking in the Voice's visage, unblinking despite the static light surrounding her.
He goes without a lot of things, as far as he's concerned, but that's neither here nor there, not the topic of today's discussion. Not when he is, as much as he can let himself, reaching out for her.
"Seeing is... the most important part." The murmured response comes after a moment, Nate's brows trying to pull together in quiet concern, before he licks his lips, voices a thought. "Unless you have some way to keep it from happening again." Words that would be a joke, in any other situation, that come out worryingly sincere here. Only then does he glance away, working his jaw. "Whatever idea you have, I... I'll accept it."
He goes without a lot of things, as far as he's concerned, but that's neither here nor there, not the topic of today's discussion. Not when he is, as much as he can let himself, reaching out for her.
"Seeing is... the most important part." The murmured response comes after a moment, Nate's brows trying to pull together in quiet concern, before he licks his lips, voices a thought. "Unless you have some way to keep it from happening again." Words that would be a joke, in any other situation, that come out worryingly sincere here. Only then does he glance away, working his jaw. "Whatever idea you have, I... I'll accept it."
it gets dark inside my head
check my pulse and if i'm dead, you owe me
NATE
