NATE
Nate doesn't notice the change relief brings to the other man, but he does notice the grin, and answers it with one of his own, sharp and bright. "Let's just hope I don't need to use it anytime soon, huh?" The jacket stays wrapped around his body, at odds with the rest of his outfit; casual, revealing, and so typical of Torchline. It seems his suggestion, his offer is unexpected, though Nate can't quite fathom how. It's the least he can do, the least he can offer in return for something that is as much armour as a breastplate would be, were he in need of such mundane protections.
"I hope you don't mind the ring." Nate says by way of explanation as he strides by the well-worn paths that lead to the Hanged Man and instead turns along the far more familiar steps to the Slagveld. As far as he's concerned, the alcohol is better when it belongs to him, not that it really makes a single lick of difference. They are moving away from Deimos' destination, but not by too much, and the trip is well worth the moments of ease that a shared drink can bring, even among mere acquaintances. How else do you grow closer, after all? And when the General is sick of his company, Nate will be more than happy to lead him back to the portal, and see him off to Halo.
Done~
"I hope you don't mind the ring." Nate says by way of explanation as he strides by the well-worn paths that lead to the Hanged Man and instead turns along the far more familiar steps to the Slagveld. As far as he's concerned, the alcohol is better when it belongs to him, not that it really makes a single lick of difference. They are moving away from Deimos' destination, but not by too much, and the trip is well worth the moments of ease that a shared drink can bring, even among mere acquaintances. How else do you grow closer, after all? And when the General is sick of his company, Nate will be more than happy to lead him back to the portal, and see him off to Halo.
Done~
It's a bitch convincing people to like you
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