you don't know me, don't you think that i get lonely?
There is no flinch, though Nate does stiffen as cool, staticy fingers move across his face, across scars that seem like they should be far more tender still. It's a pity he's not in the mood to appreciate her joking, but he does nod back, settling more and more into her presence, into the aura of protection she seems to exude.
"Of course." Nate responds immediately, glad for the chance to feel like he's working for this, instead of simply receiving it. "Whatever you need." The ingredients for a new eye seem simpler than he expected though, simpler than some of the things he'd helped his brothers and sisters gather for their own quests, a thought that he keeps to himself. Instead, he nods again. "I can do that. I..." He pauses, lifts a hand to rub at his mouth. "Thank you."
"Of course." Nate responds immediately, glad for the chance to feel like he's working for this, instead of simply receiving it. "Whatever you need." The ingredients for a new eye seem simpler than he expected though, simpler than some of the things he'd helped his brothers and sisters gather for their own quests, a thought that he keeps to himself. Instead, he nods again. "I can do that. I..." He pauses, lifts a hand to rub at his mouth. "Thank you."
it gets dark inside my head
check my pulse and if i'm dead, you owe me
NATE
