NATE
If nothing else, the momentary fire is a crack in a shield Nate has tried very hard to keep up around the street rat. It’s weakness, plain and simple. A weakness that Rigby now knows. ”Least i can’t fucking fee it, huh?” His arms open wide, inviting more shit onto him. Why not, at this point?
”Fuck off.” All the venom in his voice doesn’t stop Nate from actually glancing towards his shoulder though, ensuring he hasn’t left something smouldering. ”This is fucking because of her.” It’s a complaint made to no one who would listen (Rigby, in this case) but still one he wants to snarl out.
”Fuck off.” All the venom in his voice doesn’t stop Nate from actually glancing towards his shoulder though, ensuring he hasn’t left something smouldering. ”This is fucking because of her.” It’s a complaint made to no one who would listen (Rigby, in this case) but still one he wants to snarl out.
I love to see the sunIn spite of all it's done
