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This is Nate, you know what to do. I'll...probably get back to you.

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I'm not hiding.

[ Nate says, with the distinct tone of defensiveness that suggests he was doing something extremely similar to the accusation in question. He can't even unpack the shitty rhyme Taako quipped at him, already feeling attacked and wishing he had a better excuse than "I really just wanted to hang out by myself for a little while," but even that isn't going to be respected by someone as tenacious as Taako fucking Taaco.

Legs stretched and crossed out in front of him, braced on the thick branch he's decided is his new seat, Nate takes his indignation and lets it wander with his gaze to another tree. A lizard with three eyes skitters over the bark and disappears in a dense tangle of vines.

Sucking his lower lip between his teeth Nate gnaws pensively for a moment, chewing on the scenery. ]

I was giving you space.

[pocketspa]

[yeah ok sure uh huh you fucking walnut. Don't make Taako spell out that this is some emotional endeavor. He'd rather jump off this branch and die before he hits the ground. But the desire to get rid of the tension has won out, a need to just escape from feeling shitty about this.

Besides, after the talk they had in the bunker, this feels necessary. Somehow. Don't fuckin' come at him like this.]

Pretty sure I made it clear it was fine with the whole text message, my man.

[He isn't perfectly looking at him, mostly in a weak attempt to stop this from being A Confrontation, In Formality. Mostly he's just fiddling with the end of his hair.]

'Ss not the first time I died and you weren't the first person to maul me, so.