[ The reaction’s pretty immediate. A look of irritation, strong and deeply etched, takes its shape.
Nathan glances up from where he's settled. Not from the ground, sitting like before, but from where he's been leaning against the stall frame, good shoulder taking the weight. One hand wrapped around his own bicep, just below where the thickness of his bandage makes it stick out oddly. He's fixed Ian with different shades in similar hues — annoyed, calm, frustrated, exasperated — and, for a split second in time, actively fucking murderous, a non-verbal exchange playing out in the alleyway.
Right now, he looks annoyed. Like it's a waste asking, and he's impatient and disapproving that it's been asked at all.
He sighs, hard. A little difficult to tell, whether he means it, or it's put-upon just a bit. Affect's still the same, anyway. ]
I don't know.
[ Clipped, dismissive. But Nathan does know. Probably okay to hedge your bets with a guy who's fucking this close to eating shit with how drunk he is, so maybe that's why Nathan doesn't bother to sell the lie.
He does know. Just seems a waste saying it, is the thing. ]
So you don't die during the night.
[ Partly true. Firmly, ]
Drink your water, Ian. [ And stop asking questions, is the unspoken end. ]
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Nathan glances up from where he's settled. Not from the ground, sitting like before, but from where he's been leaning against the stall frame, good shoulder taking the weight. One hand wrapped around his own bicep, just below where the thickness of his bandage makes it stick out oddly. He's fixed Ian with different shades in similar hues — annoyed, calm, frustrated, exasperated — and, for a split second in time, actively fucking murderous, a non-verbal exchange playing out in the alleyway.
Right now, he looks annoyed. Like it's a waste asking, and he's impatient and disapproving that it's been asked at all.
He sighs, hard. A little difficult to tell, whether he means it, or it's put-upon just a bit. Affect's still the same, anyway. ]
I don't know.
[ Clipped, dismissive. But Nathan does know. Probably okay to hedge your bets with a guy who's fucking this close to eating shit with how drunk he is, so maybe that's why Nathan doesn't bother to sell the lie.
He does know. Just seems a waste saying it, is the thing. ]
So you don't die during the night.
[ Partly true. Firmly, ]
Drink your water, Ian. [ And stop asking questions, is the unspoken end. ]