[He's down, Harry's down and Nate's mind is arguing with him but instinct is pushing him to get the hell away, get some sort of distance between the two of them because maybe it'll help defuse him. It doesn't happen and there's a sound of frustration as he's pulled back in. Doesn't he get that he's not going down without a fight, not after all the bullshit he's been through?
Whatever. He's done with this-- or not because the words are getting through (they're the only things for him to focus on at this point, if he doesn't want to remind himself how painful it is) and it's not.. they're not lining up. The poke gets a wince.]
Ah.. [Reaching up, he fumbles for his collar, tugs Harry down so he can look him straight in the eye, as best as he can, worn and pained as he is.] I swear-- if you're lying to me...
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Whatever. He's done with this-- or not because the words are getting through (they're the only things for him to focus on at this point, if he doesn't want to remind himself how painful it is) and it's not.. they're not lining up. The poke gets a wince.]
Ah.. [Reaching up, he fumbles for his collar, tugs Harry down so he can look him straight in the eye, as best as he can, worn and pained as he is.] I swear-- if you're lying to me...