[Jeff... Another person he got dragged into this mess. Listening, he watches Harry, tries to find any hints of the heartless bastard who went from seeing him as an old friend to nothing more than a fly on the wall, the kind that needed to be gotten rid of immediately. It's hard to try and give him a chance but... Harry got him help. Why, he still doesn't know because Lazarevic has all of the things he needs and with this, he can't possibly need anything from Nate, right?
Trying to recompose himself, Nate lifts a hand, presses palm to his face so he can rub at it, tired and worn. The words pry a smile from his face and for what it counts, he nods.] She does have a mean hook.
[He wants to say what he knows: you shot me. Instead he keeps quiet after the agreement, thinking about what to say. Would it make him feel better if he beat all of Flynn's teeth out, threw him off a cliff? The answer is no, but a few moments in the snow doesn't erase months worth of betrayal, years of a friendship he thought he'd keep. ]
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Trying to recompose himself, Nate lifts a hand, presses palm to his face so he can rub at it, tired and worn. The words pry a smile from his face and for what it counts, he nods.] She does have a mean hook.
[He wants to say what he knows: you shot me. Instead he keeps quiet after the agreement, thinking about what to say. Would it make him feel better if he beat all of Flynn's teeth out, threw him off a cliff? The answer is no, but a few moments in the snow doesn't erase months worth of betrayal, years of a friendship he thought he'd keep. ]
What's going on, Harry? Why are you here?