[ He watches the line of her throat as she drinks. The long tip of her head back, the shift of muscles as she swallows. He's staring at her with such a deep frown that it doesn't take a genius to pick up on the idea that maybe she's less of the problem and more the closest target. Where Nathan's worst demons are concerned, they're happy living an internal life. Throwing a punch isn't really his style.
Getting hit's a different story. ]
Plenty of other things you could do for money.
[ Probably would find some issue with that, too, judging by the way Nathan's jaw is set. He pushes the edge of his thumbnail against the shitty label on his shitty beer and exhales a little. Might be kinder to call it a scoff. ]
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Getting hit's a different story. ]
Plenty of other things you could do for money.
[ Probably would find some issue with that, too, judging by the way Nathan's jaw is set. He pushes the edge of his thumbnail against the shitty label on his shitty beer and exhales a little. Might be kinder to call it a scoff. ]
Don't buy that that's all it is.