- NATE -
There are things that we put in our bodies
We know what we're doing and we aren't sorry
We know what we're doing and we aren't sorry
The absolute last thing Nate wants to do is trespass on someone else’s grief, especially when that person is Remi. He might have a sense for people, but there’s something about the once governor that strange. Close enough to joke, to chat, but not quite enough for Nate to offer comfort here.
There is a part of him that considers moving on, creeping away before he’s noticed. Continuing on to his own kind of mourning, wanting to pick through the burnt out husk of home before it was worn away too much more. There is another part of him, louder but only a scrap, that has him lingering, and finally, clearing his throat.
”Remi.” He offers by way of greeting, hazarding a half step closer, and keeping his gaze on the distant ocean. ”Do you uh... need anything? Or, wanna talk about it.” The offer is sincere, Nate’s hand rising to rub through his hair, trying to pull it flat against his head fruitlessly.
There is a part of him that considers moving on, creeping away before he’s noticed. Continuing on to his own kind of mourning, wanting to pick through the burnt out husk of home before it was worn away too much more. There is another part of him, louder but only a scrap, that has him lingering, and finally, clearing his throat.
”Remi.” He offers by way of greeting, hazarding a half step closer, and keeping his gaze on the distant ocean. ”Do you uh... need anything? Or, wanna talk about it.” The offer is sincere, Nate’s hand rising to rub through his hair, trying to pull it flat against his head fruitlessly.
Honestly, I don't know how to react
You think hurting yourself doesn't hurt anybody else
You think hurting yourself doesn't hurt anybody else
