Nate
Nate shook his head and laughed, forgetting his earlier lesson but not minding so much how the world swirled this time. ”Mates rates.” He repeated to himself, trying and failing to stifle his giggles. It was just a funny phrase, made funnier by the other mans accents. And this had been the whole point of getting high; finding a simple joy and trying to revel in it.”It’s not morals, it’s...” In stark contrast to Adams less than serious take on love, Nate grew quiet. One might even say thoughtful. ”I dunno. I’m just... trying to do one step at a time, yknow? Shit that’s meant to be will be, or whatever.” And something about Sam did feel eventual, like they would work their way into a place that maybe wasn’t easy, but that was good.
Nate crowned, and opened his mouth to protest that he did know exactly where Sam was when he realized, oh. No he doesn’t. He knows where he left his partner, but that didn’t necessarily mean there was where he’d stay. Adams still talking though, and it’s much easier to focus back on that than it is to get worried, so that’s what Nate does. ”Shit, he really doesn’t sound like your type.” Nate laughed, then elbowed the other man. ”You sure you’re not in love?”
So let's face it this was never what you wanted
But I know it's fun to pretend
But I know it's fun to pretend
Now blank stares and empty threats
Are all I have, they're all I have
Are all I have, they're all I have
