Seeing new places, doing new things? Nah. That was the best. Now, when we were running from the law, eh--maybe not my favourite. But still better than sticking around.
[ A pause, and then, mildly curious: ]
If you coulda stayed in New York forever, you woulda, huh?
[ A pause, and then, mildly curious: ]
If you coulda stayed in New York forever, you woulda, huh?
What was there to stick around for? You had reasons to stay in the city. We, uh--we didn't, after a while.
[ He shrugs. ]
I mean, we're kinda stuck.
I mean, we're kinda stuck.
Like, forever? [ The answer to her question is "maybe." ] Seems like Nathan likes it here, so...
[ So he'll probably stay. ]
[ So he'll probably stay. ]
Why would I be fucking with you?
[ Okay, now he is. This is dangerous territory, but it's dangerous territory he thinks he can navigate pretty easily--it's just flirting, in the end. So, with a teasing smile (and a little amusement coming through to balance out that confusion)-- ]
You wanna know if I like you too much to leave.
[ Okay, now he is. This is dangerous territory, but it's dangerous territory he thinks he can navigate pretty easily--it's just flirting, in the end. So, with a teasing smile (and a little amusement coming through to balance out that confusion)-- ]
You wanna know if I like you too much to leave.
[ He lets her dangle for a couple seconds, just long enough to get through everything she says. And then he relents, grinning at her. ]
Eh. I like you too much to leave.
[ Which is accompanied by such a mix of feelings: amusement, that overwhelming fondness and longing, and a little embarrassment of his own. All the things he can just talk around when no one's touching him, everything that belies the coolness he tries to project and reveals he's actually...you know, someone who feels things. Soft things, no less. ]
Eh. I like you too much to leave.
[ Which is accompanied by such a mix of feelings: amusement, that overwhelming fondness and longing, and a little embarrassment of his own. All the things he can just talk around when no one's touching him, everything that belies the coolness he tries to project and reveals he's actually...you know, someone who feels things. Soft things, no less. ]
Breaking my heart over here, Kyna. Since when am I fulla shit?
[ He holds up their hands, still twined up together. ]
You got a lie detector right here, don'tcha?
You got a lie detector right here, don'tcha?
Uh...
[ Gotta think of a lie, hm. ]
The sky's orange.
[ Gotta think of a lie, hm. ]
The sky's orange.
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