NATE
“No, no I get it. It’s uh, y’know.” Nate shrugs, wipes at his face a little and throws a frantic grin towards Isla. “It’s great. Knowing, and all.” He tries for a moment to stay still, then pushes away from the counter, pacing back and forth in front of her. “It’s not your fault.” The reassurance comes quick, Nate pausing again, pushing hair out of his face.
A blue eye finds Isla on the dark kitchen, Nate’s gaze heavy on his fellow doctor. There are bags under his eyes, his shoulders slumped. “I-If theres uh, anything I can do for it, just... just let me know, okay? I’ll help out.” Licking his lips, he looks around, swallowing loudly. “Do you uh, want anything right now? Tea, or..?”
A blue eye finds Isla on the dark kitchen, Nate’s gaze heavy on his fellow doctor. There are bags under his eyes, his shoulders slumped. “I-If theres uh, anything I can do for it, just... just let me know, okay? I’ll help out.” Licking his lips, he looks around, swallowing loudly. “Do you uh, want anything right now? Tea, or..?”
My legacy will never burn down
What you gonna do when it's your turn now?
What you gonna do when it's your turn now?
