NATE
Nate’s distaste for the thought of sharing these visions with more people sets up shop on his face, but he has to admit there is some wisdom to it. Many hands make light work, so many minds should be able to get something together quicker, right? The hand in Mia’s fur drops to stroke at his chin, light dancing under his fingertips. “It… might be worth trying.”
His jaw works, bright eyes sliding off Sam to focus on some particularly distracting slip of paper. “My… most recent one doesn’t make much sense to me.” Nate admits with only a tiny amount of reluctance. “Something about a storm breaking, and paper changing hands.” Suddenly expecting eyes return to the bookmaker, dark brows lifted in a silent question. Does it mean anything to you?
His jaw works, bright eyes sliding off Sam to focus on some particularly distracting slip of paper. “My… most recent one doesn’t make much sense to me.” Nate admits with only a tiny amount of reluctance. “Something about a storm breaking, and paper changing hands.” Suddenly expecting eyes return to the bookmaker, dark brows lifted in a silent question. Does it mean anything to you?
You got me actin' like the old me
But you don't even know me
But you don't even know me
