[ 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. ]
[It means a lot. More than he knows, probably. For someone to know exactly what she's lost and still say you can start again... It eases some of her fear. Not entirely, but it's a start.]
Thanks.
[She says it soft and genuine, and then forces a little wry, self-deprecating smile.]
[ To varying degrees of it. Who gives a shit. They're all adjusting. He's fine enough, and he gestures vaguely to her front door. ]
Might not be fine if I'm late to work.
[ Considering what they've just been talking about. The abrupt leaving, and everything, though he's nowhere near going to be late for work. He's got an hour to spare.
But it's a convenient out, too. It's a self-preservation thing. Not one he can verbalize entirely, just yet, but least he's mentioning it. ]
[ And then there's sort of an. Awkward moment, maybe. Nathan sort of stares at Kyna, eyes glancing between her and the door. Brow furrows as he stares down at his feet, then again at the door.
And then he just. Cuts it off with a short nod, whatever that was, whatever thought or action or lack of physical courage was there. ]
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Why do you have all this... faith in me?
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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. ]
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Thanks.
[She says it soft and genuine, and then forces a little wry, self-deprecating smile.]
You're not really into hugs, are you?
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Rather not.
[ 'Least she's asking, this time. ]
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Okay, fine. Are you okay, though?
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[ To varying degrees of it. Who gives a shit. They're all adjusting. He's fine enough, and he gestures vaguely to her front door. ]
Might not be fine if I'm late to work.
[ Considering what they've just been talking about. The abrupt leaving, and everything, though he's nowhere near going to be late for work. He's got an hour to spare.
But it's a convenient out, too. It's a self-preservation thing. Not one he can verbalize entirely, just yet, but least he's mentioning it. ]
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[She's not sure if she believes him, if only because he always seems to be looking for an excuse to leave, but at least he's warning her.]
Um... I'll talk to you later?
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And then he just. Cuts it off with a short nod, whatever that was, whatever thought or action or lack of physical courage was there. ]
Alright.
[ See you round, Mayfly. ]