[ Probably would be the safer bet, trying to bend a little, help her out. Be less of a piece of shit. Nathan knows this isn't anything but a clumsy attempt to smooth things over, make things less— sharp, barbed, whatever it is whenever that magic thing hits a spot in him it wasn't supposed to. Funny part is that he wants to talk about this more than he wants to fucking breathe, most days.
Looks like he might, for a second. He presses his lips together, hands finding his hips. Could practically be a conversation he's having with a student back at the Menagerie. ]
Kyna.
[ He says it sharp, like a warning. ]
It's fine. [ Emotionally in-tune, party of one. Nathan nods at her. ] Nice meeting you.
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Looks like he might, for a second. He presses his lips together, hands finding his hips. Could practically be a conversation he's having with a student back at the Menagerie. ]
Kyna.
[ He says it sharp, like a warning. ]
It's fine. [ Emotionally in-tune, party of one. Nathan nods at her. ] Nice meeting you.