[ He didn't bring cups, so Nate is assuming this is more of a "drink from the bottle" scene, and promptly does so. The liquor burns and he sucks a breath through his teeth before passing it back.
The question stymies him and his chin dips, gaze dropping to his laced hands, elbows on his knees. Nate twists the ring around his finger and wants to say her name but thinks it might break him to do so. Knows he'll shatter, and it can't be put upon Five to sweep up those pieces out here on a night this nice. ]
I was in Boston until I was twelve. Then it was Florida to Cuba, Cuba to Colombia. Argentina. Panama. Venezuela. Pretty much the northern half of South America, the southern half of Central America.
[ He doesn't know when home stopped being a place where he'd hang his metaphorical hat, and started being wherever he was with the people he loved. Nate isn't trying to hedge. The time just isn't ripe. ]
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The question stymies him and his chin dips, gaze dropping to his laced hands, elbows on his knees. Nate twists the ring around his finger and wants to say her name but thinks it might break him to do so. Knows he'll shatter, and it can't be put upon Five to sweep up those pieces out here on a night this nice. ]
I was in Boston until I was twelve. Then it was Florida to Cuba, Cuba to Colombia. Argentina. Panama. Venezuela. Pretty much the northern half of South America, the southern half of Central America.
[ He doesn't know when home stopped being a place where he'd hang his metaphorical hat, and started being wherever he was with the people he loved. Nate isn't trying to hedge. The time just isn't ripe. ]
La vida del aventurero, right?