NATE
when you're good
no one remembers
no one remembers
A hand claps along Aamu's cheek while Nate moves away, the simplest gesture of gratitude he can muster, as much as it is a reluctance to pull away from the first contact he's had in far too long. Nate knows's he's left more questions than answers, had all but done it on purpose, but he doesn't expect the uncomfortable guilt that comes from the omission, that curls in the set of his jaw. Everyone he's spoken to had either known what he's gone through already, or they didn't care.
And here Aamu was offering to help carry that burden.
It's not even an offer, it's an order, and even if he would normally bristle at the chastisement, the wagging finger. It's exactly what he needs to get his head on straight again, to unload some anger and maybe begin to heal. "I'm not sure you'll want to hear all the complaining I have to do." Though, on the other hand, it would be nice to have an ear to vent to, as much as he could. Without liquor to loosen his lips, feelings are even harder to extract than a rotten tooth.
Nate at least has the decency to look sheepish before he admits his utter lack of expertise, a shrug rolling over his shoulders as he reaches out to accept the sword. "The Warden taught me some basics, before Longnight." He twirls the blade in his hand with a certain irreverence, obviously used to a shorter blade as this one passes dangerously close to his leg. He takes a moment to wince, before settling into a relaxed stance, the sword now helped dutifully before him.
And here Aamu was offering to help carry that burden.
It's not even an offer, it's an order, and even if he would normally bristle at the chastisement, the wagging finger. It's exactly what he needs to get his head on straight again, to unload some anger and maybe begin to heal. "I'm not sure you'll want to hear all the complaining I have to do." Though, on the other hand, it would be nice to have an ear to vent to, as much as he could. Without liquor to loosen his lips, feelings are even harder to extract than a rotten tooth.
Nate at least has the decency to look sheepish before he admits his utter lack of expertise, a shrug rolling over his shoulders as he reaches out to accept the sword. "The Warden taught me some basics, before Longnight." He twirls the blade in his hand with a certain irreverence, obviously used to a shorter blade as this one passes dangerously close to his leg. He takes a moment to wince, before settling into a relaxed stance, the sword now helped dutifully before him.
when you're bad
no one forgets
no one forgets
