I coulda been anyone from anywhere, but I chose to be me, from right here
It's not an offer Nate expects, clearly. Surprise robs the words from his mouth, the expression from his face, leaving him to simply blink curiously as the offered forearm, and then up to Wessex's face. "Could fix me right up." He echoes after a moment, wetting his lips. There is not a thought spared to intentions, the doctor too intent on his own wants to really care.
He lifts her wrist to his lips, and bites, not remembering the potency of this particular combination, though his mental circumstances had been similar when he bit Neron. For the moment, he can control himself. Manages to do nothing more than tighten his grip slightly, hunching over Wessex just a little. She’s stronger than he is, Nate’s not worried about her being unable to move if it’s too much.
He lifts her wrist to his lips, and bites, not remembering the potency of this particular combination, though his mental circumstances had been similar when he bit Neron. For the moment, he can control himself. Manages to do nothing more than tighten his grip slightly, hunching over Wessex just a little. She’s stronger than he is, Nate’s not worried about her being unable to move if it’s too much.
NATE
