NATE
Even if they’re no longer talking about it, the bit of charcoal still sits between Nate’s fingers, wearing a dark hole into the corner of the paper. He’s slower about it this time, but the rest of the bottle is tipped into Neron’s glass, the doctor not reaching for another bottle quite yet.
”The only thing he seemed to pose a danger to was himself, if I’m being honest.” And he is, because this is serious and as fitting as it would be if his own joke put him in danger, they are not odds he’s willing to bet on. ”He liked Pem, and he didn’t seem to have any... reaction to me, so...” All he can do is shrug along with that. It’s all too easy to fake tolerance for a time, though Nate likes to think he’s better than most at picking it up, and he hadn’t here. So... maybe that means they can disguise themselves, to some extent?
”The only thing he seemed to pose a danger to was himself, if I’m being honest.” And he is, because this is serious and as fitting as it would be if his own joke put him in danger, they are not odds he’s willing to bet on. ”He liked Pem, and he didn’t seem to have any... reaction to me, so...” All he can do is shrug along with that. It’s all too easy to fake tolerance for a time, though Nate likes to think he’s better than most at picking it up, and he hadn’t here. So... maybe that means they can disguise themselves, to some extent?
You got me actin' like the old me
But you don't even know me
But you don't even know me
