[ He waits out the second. Nathan gets that, too. Saying what you want to say and being sure that you mean it. Harder than it looks, for some. ]
Yeah.
[ It comes out on the end of a long exhale. It's sort of thoughtful, actually, and a little wry, like it's no secret he might have been thinking along the same lines. It's a new empty, a new kind of nothing. Nathan thinks, wryly, that it's perfect. It is fucking perfect. Can't search for another hit if there's none of it around, can you? ]
I'm Nathan. [ Arms are still folded, but he lifts up a hand. His mouth pulls into a shape that is probably only a smile if you squint really, really hard. ] Would shake your hand, but.
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Yeah.
[ It comes out on the end of a long exhale. It's sort of thoughtful, actually, and a little wry, like it's no secret he might have been thinking along the same lines. It's a new empty, a new kind of nothing. Nathan thinks, wryly, that it's perfect. It is fucking perfect. Can't search for another hit if there's none of it around, can you? ]
I'm Nathan. [ Arms are still folded, but he lifts up a hand. His mouth pulls into a shape that is probably only a smile if you squint really, really hard. ] Would shake your hand, but.
[ Empathy bond bullshit. ]