[ He exhales. It's a heavy kind of sigh, and Nathan folds his arms across his chest. Doesn't keep staring at her, at least — some vague, little crumb of kindness that means Nathan looks down too, staring briefly at his own feet. ]
Like you're missing a fucking limb.
[ It's a quiet thing to say. Nathan thumbs at the corner of his own mouth and looks back up, giving her a short nod. ]
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Like you're missing a fucking limb.
[ It's a quiet thing to say. Nathan thumbs at the corner of his own mouth and looks back up, giving her a short nod. ]
What's your name?