[ Of course Lance is right. He's always right about stuff like this, and Nate would be a moron not to listen, which is why he absorbs it anyway without complaint.
When Sam died, he didn't have the luxury of healthy processing. He had Sully, but was determined not to burden him with the stress and the guilt, the agony of grief and how self-destructive it made Nate in his darkest hour. He worked and barely functioned, survived but didn't live. He spent the subsequent months in a dangerous working situation and only left when he realized it might end up killing him. Even then, he felt as though he might have deserved it.
Nate bumps shoulders with Lance and glances away, not avoiding the confrontation of admission but wishing a better answer were hovering somewhere in the middle distance. ]
Guess I'm just not ready for the second one. [ He stops at the door to a bar with a sign over the lintel: Red Wings. ] How about that drink?
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[ Of course Lance is right. He's always right about stuff like this, and Nate would be a moron not to listen, which is why he absorbs it anyway without complaint.
When Sam died, he didn't have the luxury of healthy processing. He had Sully, but was determined not to burden him with the stress and the guilt, the agony of grief and how self-destructive it made Nate in his darkest hour. He worked and barely functioned, survived but didn't live. He spent the subsequent months in a dangerous working situation and only left when he realized it might end up killing him. Even then, he felt as though he might have deserved it.
Nate bumps shoulders with Lance and glances away, not avoiding the confrontation of admission but wishing a better answer were hovering somewhere in the middle distance. ]
Guess I'm just not ready for the second one. [ He stops at the door to a bar with a sign over the lintel: Red Wings. ] How about that drink?