[ Nate lets himself be led even in the uncomfortable silence, unsure as to what exactly is running through Gene's mind. He doesn't doubt the impression Rafe made was a charming one, he's always had that air when he's not stabbing a Panamanian warden in the lungs just between the ribs, when he's not curb-stomping Sam's face into the dirt. Rafe Adler knows how to work rooms in ways Nate will never be able to, has an ease of comportment to him that can't be imitated. He's good at what he does, and can't be faulted for that.
Seating himself, Nate sets his half-empty cup of ice cream aside, appetite lost. Or maybe it's just the ration chocolate kicking in.
He tries not to look so startled when Gene continues, wondering for a split-second if he's talking to someone else. Nate actively looks behind him, over his own shoulder, before turning back slowly, eyebrows climbing toward his hairline. ]
...Genie, [ Too familiar? He's already committed, leaning in with an arm propped on the back of the bench. ] I know you haven't known me very long, but I can assure you I'm no stranger to getting hurt.
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Seating himself, Nate sets his half-empty cup of ice cream aside, appetite lost. Or maybe it's just the ration chocolate kicking in.
He tries not to look so startled when Gene continues, wondering for a split-second if he's talking to someone else. Nate actively looks behind him, over his own shoulder, before turning back slowly, eyebrows climbing toward his hairline. ]
...Genie, [ Too familiar? He's already committed, leaning in with an arm propped on the back of the bench. ] I know you haven't known me very long, but I can assure you I'm no stranger to getting hurt.