NATE
Yea, the guy seems real sorry. Nate scoffs, rolling his eye and reaching up to shove his hair back out of his face. He turns, looking back out at the horizon, searching for something past the horizon. ”Its hard to think of somewhere better.” He says of vacationing, the words wistful.
Whatever creeping comfort might have begun reaching out during their brief words withdraws completely, Nate growing cold, hard. Brows furrowed as his narrowed gaze snaps back to Locke. He has to work his jaw before he speaks, the words sounding far to casual to really be casual. ”Stormbreak, huh? Why would you go to a place like that?” Nate has ideas, of course, suspicious, hateful ideas, but there’s no need to jump to conclusions before the other has a chance to explain himself.
Maybe he’s just a tourist. That sky dock had to be finished any day now, didn’t it?
Whatever creeping comfort might have begun reaching out during their brief words withdraws completely, Nate growing cold, hard. Brows furrowed as his narrowed gaze snaps back to Locke. He has to work his jaw before he speaks, the words sounding far to casual to really be casual. ”Stormbreak, huh? Why would you go to a place like that?” Nate has ideas, of course, suspicious, hateful ideas, but there’s no need to jump to conclusions before the other has a chance to explain himself.
Maybe he’s just a tourist. That sky dock had to be finished any day now, didn’t it?
Is there an acceptable result?
Do we mean something when we talk?
Do we mean something when we talk?
