[The voice is closer and he doesn't wanna look up, doesn't want to answer because he's stubborn, confused as hell if it is who he thinks it is. Why was he here, shouldn't he have been on the train with Chloe and the others who Nate really hadn't given a damn about? Come back to finish the job? The thought comes to mind begrudingly and it muddles whatever is being said. He gets shaken out of this mindset when he's picked up suddenly. Harry?
Why is he...?
A loud groan and reaching over, Nate tries-- tries to push the other away. His face is a look of pain, confusion, something caught between a kicked puppy and a wounded animal. The kind willing to lash out.]
What are you-- don't touch me, jackass!
[Is he helping him? The idea doesn't even register in Nate's head. He's mad.]
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Why is he...?
A loud groan and reaching over, Nate tries-- tries to push the other away. His face is a look of pain, confusion, something caught between a kicked puppy and a wounded animal. The kind willing to lash out.]
What are you-- don't touch me, jackass!
[Is he helping him? The idea doesn't even register in Nate's head. He's mad.]