[ Faith. Nathan's never thought of it like that, much. His frown twists up his calmness some, though for once it's not because something's irritating him. His jaw works. The impulse to leave rises and falls, and eventually he just-- sighs, with a shrug. ]
'Cause I think you could use some.
[ Nathan never was a good teacher. Worse friend, too, most days. The instincts are still there, though, if rusty, near-painful to use again. ]
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'Cause I think you could use some.
[ Nathan never was a good teacher. Worse friend, too, most days. The instincts are still there, though, if rusty, near-painful to use again. ]