There's... a difference. [He manages to huff that part out at least; being a wise-ass at a time like this? Old habits die as hard as he does, apparently. Bringing up Elena stings because he can't imagine how she feels right now, wherever she is. At the least, she's safe and he can reassure himself with that thought. ] The Arctic Tundra is nowhere near here, moron.
[Another insult - it doesn't even feel right to say this time. The change in grip has him even closer and at one moment, Nate's reaching forward, pressing his palm to Flynn's cheek, trying to push this time.]
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[Another insult - it doesn't even feel right to say this time. The change in grip has him even closer and at one moment, Nate's reaching forward, pressing his palm to Flynn's cheek, trying to push this time.]
I'd like to see you try, Harry.