[ he doesn't notice nate, not immediately. he's finished his drink and is fingering the small ceramic cup over and over as he stares at the mountains without seeing them, lost in his thoughts, trying to make sense of everything. except it doesn't make sense, everybody remembering a different line of events than him. how's he supposed to trust his own memories when he's cast as a true blue villain in everyone else's? not to mention it's almost a bit sad that what they remember, what elena and nate remember, sounds more believable even to him.
he's not a hero. and lazaveric is goddamn terrifying. it would've made more sense to stay on his good side.
still, eventually there's a prickle along his neck, an insistent feeling that draws him out of his thoughts. he blinks, glances around for a moment to regain his bearings and it's then that he sees nate standing a few feet away, staring at him, the other man's expression hard to read. ]
Ah. Nice to see you, Sleeping Beauty. [ he cracks a small grin, a tiny shadow of the usual thing that drops quickly. his morale's a bit depleted by all of this, truth be told. ] Should I be preparing for a broken nose?
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he's not a hero. and lazaveric is goddamn terrifying. it would've made more sense to stay on his good side.
still, eventually there's a prickle along his neck, an insistent feeling that draws him out of his thoughts. he blinks, glances around for a moment to regain his bearings and it's then that he sees nate standing a few feet away, staring at him, the other man's expression hard to read. ]
Ah. Nice to see you, Sleeping Beauty. [ he cracks a small grin, a tiny shadow of the usual thing that drops quickly. his morale's a bit depleted by all of this, truth be told. ] Should I be preparing for a broken nose?