NATE
It takes a moment, few uncomprehending blinks in the direction of the wall before Nate seems to actually see it, his head bobbing in an immediate eager nod. “’Course we can.” Somehow, the way his arm crosses Isla’s back manages to seem like it’s mostly for her, no matter much support Nate himself draws from it. “I’ve dealt with messes before, Isla.”
Nate sits heavily on the wall beside his fellow doctor, his arms still around her shoulders. “I’ll have to talk to Sunny first. Things are...” A breathless little laugh leaves him, all desperation and misplaced hysterics. ”Things are hectic here right now.” His hand moves from Isla’s shoulder to gather her hands up, squeezing them with the candlelight of warmth that he can manage.
Nate sits heavily on the wall beside his fellow doctor, his arms still around her shoulders. “I’ll have to talk to Sunny first. Things are...” A breathless little laugh leaves him, all desperation and misplaced hysterics. ”Things are hectic here right now.” His hand moves from Isla’s shoulder to gather her hands up, squeezing them with the candlelight of warmth that he can manage.
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?
