the voice wants to be a hand and the hand wants to be something useful
When a man opens his home to you, you repay that, you show your appreciation, however he might want. Bastien has opened up far more to Nate, and all he's asked for in exchange is a visit, a few hours of his time. That's easy, the kind of thing Nate can give up for his friend without a second thought. He's come with more though, a few heavily spiced snacks for them to share, a bottle of wine with some tropical Torchline twist to it.
The door to the Artist's Sanctuary is open, not that it would have stopped Nate to find it closed; with his hands full though, it makes his life easier. "Ciao, Bastien!" He calls as he enters, setting his things down on the table he knows will be right there, mismatched eyes searching for his fellow ascended.
It's not surprising to find Bastien deep in some project, music playing. Nate almost feels bad for bursting in on the calm room the way he had, but not enough to keep from repeating the action as he walks to Bastien's side, throws an arm around his shoulders. "It's been too long." He laughs, squeezing the other man tightly before pulling away again. "What are you working on?"
The door to the Artist's Sanctuary is open, not that it would have stopped Nate to find it closed; with his hands full though, it makes his life easier. "Ciao, Bastien!" He calls as he enters, setting his things down on the table he knows will be right there, mismatched eyes searching for his fellow ascended.
It's not surprising to find Bastien deep in some project, music playing. Nate almost feels bad for bursting in on the calm room the way he had, but not enough to keep from repeating the action as he walks to Bastien's side, throws an arm around his shoulders. "It's been too long." He laughs, squeezing the other man tightly before pulling away again. "What are you working on?"
NATE
