'cause karma's just a different word for bad luck &
Considering he doesn’t want to be here, Nate does an amazing facade of patience, staring unblinkingly at Sam and letting his smoke slowly burn away between his lips. With the pregnant pause, the wringing of the other mans hands, the doctor is absolutely positive that whatever this current issue is, it’s not going to live up to the buildup.
Nate has never been so upset to be wrong about something.
At first, he thinks Sam must be joking. Honestly, Sam, killing? It’s laughable. But there’s something in the calm seriousness of the bookmakers voice. The nail in the coffin, the thing that really convinces him, is the name Sam gives.
Nate lets a long moment of silence grow, watching his smoke burn away to ash between his fingers. There’s nothing on his face to read, except for a stiffness in his jaw, his teeth clenched as he works through his thoughts. ”Why... are you telling me this? What do you want me to do about it?”
Nate has never been so upset to be wrong about something.
At first, he thinks Sam must be joking. Honestly, Sam, killing? It’s laughable. But there’s something in the calm seriousness of the bookmakers voice. The nail in the coffin, the thing that really convinces him, is the name Sam gives.
Nate lets a long moment of silence grow, watching his smoke burn away to ash between his fingers. There’s nothing on his face to read, except for a stiffness in his jaw, his teeth clenched as he works through his thoughts. ”Why... are you telling me this? What do you want me to do about it?”
what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
NATE
