NATE
The Voice’s instructions, as always, seems practical. As practical as divine magic can seem at least. There’s a logic behind it. “That sounds simple enough.” His head nods as if this act of agreement will make it that much easier. But, and there’s always a but, craniotomy.
It’s... a lot to imagine.
Nate’s unblinking eyes seem to crystallize, focused utterly on Isla. “Sure you will.” He says, after nowhere near enough time has passed for him to have actually thought about it. “I volunteer.” Just like that. A hand lifts to push his hair back, gaze never leaving his fellow doctor, even as his grin grows. “Just don’t mess up my hair too much, right?”
It’s... a lot to imagine.
Nate’s unblinking eyes seem to crystallize, focused utterly on Isla. “Sure you will.” He says, after nowhere near enough time has passed for him to have actually thought about it. “I volunteer.” Just like that. A hand lifts to push his hair back, gaze never leaving his fellow doctor, even as his grin grows. “Just don’t mess up my hair too much, right?”
I am the problem
And you just sit there watching
And you just sit there watching
