NATE
A bright chuckle leaves Nate at his newfound assistants words. ”Y’got good instincts at least.” He compliments lightly, grimacing as he recalls his tone when last they’d met. ”I don’t think I’dve listened to myself. Look at me.” A paragon of shitty decisions somehow wrapped into a living (kind of), breathing (nope) person. ”But, yknow. It’s my life. I’m kind of a prick about it.” Another huff leaves him as he chases dust and scraps of debris towards the door.
”Gotta run a tight ship.” Nate pauses and grins over the broom, letting holographic arms take over for him. Hands find a place in his pockets while the doctor closes the distance between them some. ”At least at work.” He chuckles, eyes following the motion of the other man’s hands with just a touch too much focus.
He at least has the decency to drag his gaze up to Locke’s face as they turn to more serious topics, though not without a lengthy detour up his arms and across his shoulders. A smug grin drags across his face at the realization that this was about how right he’d been, Nate utterly unable to stop it. ”I get what you mean.” His grin grows even wider as the other continues, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. ”It’s been,” he takes another step closer, ”a really long time since I’ve been on your side of it. My side of it always feels fucking fantastic.” There was other shit the ascended had done, but honestly it was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
A hand pulls out of his pocket to stroke at his chin. ”I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He hums and shrugs, something else about to leave his mouth when he pauses suddenly, squinting at Locke and pinching his brows. His next words are a touch distracted, even if the strange expression fades away. ”I uh, might be able to pull some strings for you.”
”Gotta run a tight ship.” Nate pauses and grins over the broom, letting holographic arms take over for him. Hands find a place in his pockets while the doctor closes the distance between them some. ”At least at work.” He chuckles, eyes following the motion of the other man’s hands with just a touch too much focus.
He at least has the decency to drag his gaze up to Locke’s face as they turn to more serious topics, though not without a lengthy detour up his arms and across his shoulders. A smug grin drags across his face at the realization that this was about how right he’d been, Nate utterly unable to stop it. ”I get what you mean.” His grin grows even wider as the other continues, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. ”It’s been,” he takes another step closer, ”a really long time since I’ve been on your side of it. My side of it always feels fucking fantastic.” There was other shit the ascended had done, but honestly it was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
A hand pulls out of his pocket to stroke at his chin. ”I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He hums and shrugs, something else about to leave his mouth when he pauses suddenly, squinting at Locke and pinching his brows. His next words are a touch distracted, even if the strange expression fades away. ”I uh, might be able to pull some strings for you.”
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