No shit. [ Nathan's spent plenty of time thinking of the end of the world. He's spent approximately none of that thinking about what it'd be like to still be alive on the other side of it. He clocks Ian with another short look, then stares back at that bottle of tequila. Cricket tacos, no more coffee, apparently enough liquor to go around. Yeah. There are worse things in the world. ]
People are only gonna miss what they know.
[ Which sounds like some fortune cookie bullshit and means fuck-all, actually. Nathan barely restrains from rolling his eyes at himself and just sounds more annoyed when he says, ]
What, no beer?
[ He doesn't have anything against tequila, so his judgement isn't totally personal. Nearest target for his frustrations, more like. ]
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No shit. [ Nathan's spent plenty of time thinking of the end of the world. He's spent approximately none of that thinking about what it'd be like to still be alive on the other side of it. He clocks Ian with another short look, then stares back at that bottle of tequila. Cricket tacos, no more coffee, apparently enough liquor to go around. Yeah. There are worse things in the world. ]
People are only gonna miss what they know.
[ Which sounds like some fortune cookie bullshit and means fuck-all, actually. Nathan barely restrains from rolling his eyes at himself and just sounds more annoyed when he says, ]
What, no beer?
[ He doesn't have anything against tequila, so his judgement isn't totally personal. Nearest target for his frustrations, more like. ]