look at all the mess you made
The Voice’s soft repetition wraps around him like a warm blanket, Nate’s ragged mind latching onto it as confirmation, especially paired with the warm electric buzz of her hands on his face. “If only there was a way to not be seen. Or caught.” His eyes close, a frown crossing his lips.
“No.” The word is sullen, transporting Nate to a conversation in a bug ridden forest with a grandparent he can hardly understand through the accent. You strike first. You be a man, Nattano. “No I wouldn’t. But I don’t... do you have something in mind?” It certainly seemed to be what she was getting at, Nate clever enough to pick up the leading crumbs in her words.
“No.” The word is sullen, transporting Nate to a conversation in a bug ridden forest with a grandparent he can hardly understand through the accent. You strike first. You be a man, Nattano. “No I wouldn’t. But I don’t... do you have something in mind?” It certainly seemed to be what she was getting at, Nate clever enough to pick up the leading crumbs in her words.
guess that's just the price you pay
NATE
