'cause karma's just a different word for bad luck &
A single sharp eye searches Sam’s face at the accusation, Nate ignoring the judgement in favour of rolling his shoulders in a careless shrug. ”I’ve seen dead bodies before, yea.” Theres a touch of a challenge there, the hilariously ill advised invitation to ask more. The red button that always seemed to come up when they spoke.
There’s a sickly kind of déjà vu crawling up Nate’s spine as the other man makes his requests, though Sam is a far sight more anxious than anyone else he’s ever cleaned up for. ”I’ll do what I can.” Nate hardly hears himself speak, his voice distant in his ears. ”If someone else finds it first, there’s not a lot I can do though. But if they haven’t, I’ll get it taken care of.”
A moment stretches out, once he agrees, long enough for the sombre look to fall off Nate’d face, be replaced by a grin. ”You know, I didn’t think you had it in you.”
There’s a sickly kind of déjà vu crawling up Nate’s spine as the other man makes his requests, though Sam is a far sight more anxious than anyone else he’s ever cleaned up for. ”I’ll do what I can.” Nate hardly hears himself speak, his voice distant in his ears. ”If someone else finds it first, there’s not a lot I can do though. But if they haven’t, I’ll get it taken care of.”
A moment stretches out, once he agrees, long enough for the sombre look to fall off Nate’d face, be replaced by a grin. ”You know, I didn’t think you had it in you.”
what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
NATE
