NATE
A single shoulder lifts in a shrug, the thanks rolling uncomfortably off his back. “I’d make a shitty soldier.” He laughs, clinging to the easier words instead of dwelling. “Don’t like listenin’ t’orders, especially not t’die in some jungle.” Nate frowns around the laugh that tries to bubble out of his chest, his jaw clenching to cut it off completely. He’d just told Isla he was fine, and he was.
Still, just to be safe, his lips don’t open again until his eyes do, the bright blue shifting to find the doctor while he settles. “Don’t mind either way.” He murmurs about the mask. “I’ll describe anything I feel too.” Nate shifted one last time before stilling, letting out the last of the breath sitting in his chest. “M’ready.”
Still, just to be safe, his lips don’t open again until his eyes do, the bright blue shifting to find the doctor while he settles. “Don’t mind either way.” He murmurs about the mask. “I’ll describe anything I feel too.” Nate shifted one last time before stilling, letting out the last of the breath sitting in his chest. “M’ready.”
So unscrew my head and rinse it out
Polish my thoughts, turn into doubts
Polish my thoughts, turn into doubts
