NATE
His brows lift at the sudden, greedy way Aurelia throws her drink back, after such a long moment simply holding it, but he doesn’t comment on it. Just let’s her have her moment, pours her another two fingers, then settles in to nurse his own glass.
”You dont have to apologize. Really.” To say Nate is not good with emotions would be a massive understatement, but he can try. He has no choice but to try, with the way Aurelia begins to breakdown. ”Its not like this is something little.” It was a huge change, and one that had a particular significance to the woman. It made sense. He could handle it. But he is relieved when she bites it back, a shadow of guilt flashing in his eyes when she looks up to meet his gaze. Like he’s some kind of voyeur on this moment, because at first, the only thing he can offer is condolences. He doesn’t get it. Not in the way he thinks he should.
Not until she continues, a finger in the monkeys paw curling in as she describes a state so uncomfortably familiar he squirms, trying to keep it from hooking into him. ”I understand.” He offers simply, painfully honestly. This time, he doesn’t meet her gaze when she looks up, his eyes locked distantly on a fuzzy little plant sitting near the table. ”If it helps, I think it’s more shitty luck than it is the universe conspiring against you. Things just happen, and whether it’s a blessing or a shit show, you keep going.” He doesn’t think he’s helping, isn’t quite sure if he’s trying to anymore.
His eyes drop to the box of cigarettes before his fingers reach out for it, a single smoke and match fished out of their respective boxes before he lights up. A habit is a habit, and there’s some he can’t bring himself to break, even now. They’re the only things keeping him human some days, he’s sure. ”I know it’s not what you wanted, but a fresh start can be nice.” In it’s own way. Most times, he was happier here than he ever had been before.
”You dont have to apologize. Really.” To say Nate is not good with emotions would be a massive understatement, but he can try. He has no choice but to try, with the way Aurelia begins to breakdown. ”Its not like this is something little.” It was a huge change, and one that had a particular significance to the woman. It made sense. He could handle it. But he is relieved when she bites it back, a shadow of guilt flashing in his eyes when she looks up to meet his gaze. Like he’s some kind of voyeur on this moment, because at first, the only thing he can offer is condolences. He doesn’t get it. Not in the way he thinks he should.
Not until she continues, a finger in the monkeys paw curling in as she describes a state so uncomfortably familiar he squirms, trying to keep it from hooking into him. ”I understand.” He offers simply, painfully honestly. This time, he doesn’t meet her gaze when she looks up, his eyes locked distantly on a fuzzy little plant sitting near the table. ”If it helps, I think it’s more shitty luck than it is the universe conspiring against you. Things just happen, and whether it’s a blessing or a shit show, you keep going.” He doesn’t think he’s helping, isn’t quite sure if he’s trying to anymore.
His eyes drop to the box of cigarettes before his fingers reach out for it, a single smoke and match fished out of their respective boxes before he lights up. A habit is a habit, and there’s some he can’t bring himself to break, even now. They’re the only things keeping him human some days, he’s sure. ”I know it’s not what you wanted, but a fresh start can be nice.” In it’s own way. Most times, he was happier here than he ever had been before.
I am the problem
And you just sit there watching
And you just sit there watching
