[He listens, each and every detail of it so close to what he remembers, except not quite. Harry never makes himself out as the bad guy, it's Chloe that he's blaming. It almost sounds sincere and honest too, which is why it worries Nate a little more, the longer he listens. The museum, Borneo, being betrayed again and again, Jeff... Harry's not the bad guy in that story, and while everyone else would say 'I wonder why', Nate would like to believe that. Because that's the Harry Flynn he remembers and trusts.
His expression softens for a moment and he looks like he's about to say something along the lines of 'I believe you'. Then Flynn opens his big mouth again and his wound hurts with the words. Gritting his teeth, Nate shakes his head, hands clenching into fists.
The next thing eh knows, he's grabbing Harry by the collar, throwing him to the ground and there they are: two grown men wrestling in the snow.] Why did you--
[Nate's getting out words, half-sentences when he can. Why can't it be like that, why isn't that the truth', things like that. He knows it's stupid to believe he can have his friends on his side --all of them-- but he wants that.]
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His expression softens for a moment and he looks like he's about to say something along the lines of 'I believe you'. Then Flynn opens his big mouth again and his wound hurts with the words. Gritting his teeth, Nate shakes his head, hands clenching into fists.
The next thing eh knows, he's grabbing Harry by the collar, throwing him to the ground and there they are: two grown men wrestling in the snow.] Why did you--
[Nate's getting out words, half-sentences when he can. Why can't it be like that, why isn't that the truth', things like that. He knows it's stupid to believe he can have his friends on his side --all of them-- but he wants that.]
Harry, why does it have to be this way?!