[ Nathan takes his time on his way, turning answers and stories over in his head. The easiest thing to do would be to tell Kyna that he's changed his mind. Ignore the voice that tells him he owes her, and tell her something else. She wouldn't know the difference.
He takes the long way. On foot. Circles the block twice, like motion and air will help. It does, but not in the way he wants it to, so when he shows up it's— been a while since their exchange.
Not exactly hours. But, you know. Probably longer than was strictly polite. His knock is light, quiet. ]
Hey.
[ Comes the greeting. His gaze slides past her and into the apartment. Not stepping in, in case anyone else is home. ]
Sorry I'm late. [ He doesn't sound that sorry. Tense, more like. ]
action.
He takes the long way. On foot. Circles the block twice, like motion and air will help. It does, but not in the way he wants it to, so when he shows up it's— been a while since their exchange.
Not exactly hours. But, you know. Probably longer than was strictly polite. His knock is light, quiet. ]
Hey.
[ Comes the greeting. His gaze slides past her and into the apartment. Not stepping in, in case anyone else is home. ]
Sorry I'm late. [ He doesn't sound that sorry. Tense, more like. ]