- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
He can’t help it, he really can’t. A grin spreads over his lips, slow and creeping and robbing some of the bite out his voice. It’s not quite right to say the giggles are infectious, but the brighter mood absolutely is. Even when Mabel adds her two cents. ”God I forgot about the fucking curses.” A hand lifts to push his hair back roughly, missing it up in the process. ”Its just the cherry on top of the shit sundae, huh?”
Apparently his answer is correct, at least enough that Mabel doesn’t actually say anything more, even if Nate can feel the eyes on him. He could clarify, could explain that he’s in the middle of a rough tangle, caught between two warring armies that he never wanted to be entangled in, but that would require far more honesty than he’s really capable of. Instead, he lets the silence stretch out into something comfortable, wrapping around them like the most does, like an old blanket.
When he does speak again, his voice is soft, back to that distant, almsot awkward concern he’d started out with. ”How long are you planning on sitting out here for?”
Apparently his answer is correct, at least enough that Mabel doesn’t actually say anything more, even if Nate can feel the eyes on him. He could clarify, could explain that he’s in the middle of a rough tangle, caught between two warring armies that he never wanted to be entangled in, but that would require far more honesty than he’s really capable of. Instead, he lets the silence stretch out into something comfortable, wrapping around them like the most does, like an old blanket.
When he does speak again, his voice is soft, back to that distant, almsot awkward concern he’d started out with. ”How long are you planning on sitting out here for?”
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
