Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man without the blood on his hands
"S'fine." Nate's hand comes up as if to brush away the words, the almost apology, casually. Shoulders roll back as he stands, stretching after so long spent so still, the moment of quiet giving him a chance to look over the stranger, to find the things that are unfamiliar in an attempt to size him up.
A low whistle leaves Nate at the admission, one brow rising as he does, tugging on the scar across his face. "Long way to be distracted for." He comments softly, trying to keep too much of an edge out of his voice, already picking up on the discomfort all but rolling off the other man. "I can get you back to town. The inn, right?" A wry smile twists Nate's lips as his hand is thrust out. "It'll cost you your name though."
A low whistle leaves Nate at the admission, one brow rising as he does, tugging on the scar across his face. "Long way to be distracted for." He comments softly, trying to keep too much of an edge out of his voice, already picking up on the discomfort all but rolling off the other man. "I can get you back to town. The inn, right?" A wry smile twists Nate's lips as his hand is thrust out. "It'll cost you your name though."
NATE
