[ Nate suddenly wishes he weren't standing here like some kind of goober holding ice cream for an otherwise serious conversation. He inhales slowly, measured, taking the time to exhale again, scrunching his face up in thought. ]
No.
[ He's had a lot of time to think about what Five said, words that rattle around in his head every time he and Rafe are in proximity. Do you think he might hurt your friends, or does it bother you that he's getting close to them after what he's done to you and your brother? Because one of those things is for them to deal with, and one of those things is for you to deal with.
It bothered him then. Still does, to an extent. Nate knows it's his own damn problem, that people can handle themselves, that it isn't envy so much as concern. Maybe fear. He doesn't have the words yet to really articulate the sensation in a way that's academically satisfying and comprehensible in layman's terms. He almost sounds defeated when he says: ]
He's pretty much only homicidal around me and my brother.
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No.
[ He's had a lot of time to think about what Five said, words that rattle around in his head every time he and Rafe are in proximity. Do you think he might hurt your friends, or does it bother you that he's getting close to them after what he's done to you and your brother? Because one of those things is for them to deal with, and one of those things is for you to deal with.
It bothered him then. Still does, to an extent. Nate knows it's his own damn problem, that people can handle themselves, that it isn't envy so much as concern. Maybe fear. He doesn't have the words yet to really articulate the sensation in a way that's academically satisfying and comprehensible in layman's terms. He almost sounds defeated when he says: ]
He's pretty much only homicidal around me and my brother.