Nathan turns, walks out. Not so much as a goodbye or an acknowledgement or parting shot. Just a half-lift of his hand, almost like he'd tried to wave and then read the room too late to abort the impulse, despite the fact he's the one leaving it.
And, hey: if he's sporting a split lip later, well. She sure warned him. ]
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Nathan turns, walks out. Not so much as a goodbye or an acknowledgement or parting shot. Just a half-lift of his hand, almost like he'd tried to wave and then read the room too late to abort the impulse, despite the fact he's the one leaving it.
And, hey: if he's sporting a split lip later, well. She sure warned him. ]