[ Less reassuring than you think, Kyna. Nathan shoves his hands into his pockets. Nods tersely, just once, and takes a step or two inside. Hovers awkwardly as he takes it in: the decor she might or might not have, color of her walls, the floor. ]
Nice place.
[ Mundane shit. Nathan's jaw clenches tight, but he's not exactly looking at her. Hard to tell whether he's amping himself up or just regretting being here. ]
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Nice place.
[ Mundane shit. Nathan's jaw clenches tight, but he's not exactly looking at her. Hard to tell whether he's amping himself up or just regretting being here. ]