[ Plants. Pillows. Someone's crashing on her couch, which makes sense, given he's crashing on someone else's right now. Nathan stares a practical fucking hole at her window. Like he gives a shit about plants. ]
Yeah.
[ No. Not really. He sighs, loud and frustrated, and scrubs a hand over his face. ]
Just got a headache.
[ Which is true enough. He looks at her, finally, but his gaze drops quick to her hand. Frowns at that, too, like seeing it in person might help him figure out whether it really is okay. ]
no subject
Yeah.
[ No. Not really. He sighs, loud and frustrated, and scrubs a hand over his face. ]
Just got a headache.
[ Which is true enough. He looks at her, finally, but his gaze drops quick to her hand. Frowns at that, too, like seeing it in person might help him figure out whether it really is okay. ]