[ Nathan drops contact like he's holding a goddamn pipe bomb. ]
Got nauseous, earlier. [ Which is one word for it. More like he was minding his own fucking business and then saw some kind of insect fly pass him in slow-motion, its tiny, papery wings as crystal-clear and individualized as if he'd been looking at a still-life. Then the world had righted, his heart had kicked back up into its steady pace, and Nathan had thrown up into a sink. ] Didn't think much of it.
[ You know, except that blue fucking light coming from his goddamn chest that told him something was up.
Also, not even remotely the whole story. But not exactly like he's interested in telling the rest. ]
Thanks. [ He does not, for the record, sound thankful. ]
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Got nauseous, earlier. [ Which is one word for it. More like he was minding his own fucking business and then saw some kind of insect fly pass him in slow-motion, its tiny, papery wings as crystal-clear and individualized as if he'd been looking at a still-life. Then the world had righted, his heart had kicked back up into its steady pace, and Nathan had thrown up into a sink. ] Didn't think much of it.
[ You know, except that blue fucking light coming from his goddamn chest that told him something was up.
Also, not even remotely the whole story. But not exactly like he's interested in telling the rest. ]
Thanks. [ He does not, for the record, sound thankful. ]