[ The sound of the surf is calming, in its own way, despite the thin tension strung between them, things unspoken and things unsaid. In his limited experience knowing Five, Nate has come into a familiarity with his habits, his tendency to say what he wants to say whenever he wants to say it. Five isn't the sort of person to curtail his speech unless it expressly behooves him to do so, and harsh truths are his bread and butter.
Nate is aware that his ability to articulate himself is lacking. Maybe not lacking, but rusty. Disused. He gives people enough that they feel as though they know them, and when they don't ask for more he doesn't offer it.
What's the point, when it usually drives them away? ]
...really?
[ The pitch upward at the end of the question reflects his immense surprise. Under the impression that Five was the well-traveled sort, it seems strange that someone as knowledgeable as he is wouldn't have gone places sooner. ]
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Nate is aware that his ability to articulate himself is lacking. Maybe not lacking, but rusty. Disused. He gives people enough that they feel as though they know them, and when they don't ask for more he doesn't offer it.
What's the point, when it usually drives them away? ]
...really?
[ The pitch upward at the end of the question reflects his immense surprise. Under the impression that Five was the well-traveled sort, it seems strange that someone as knowledgeable as he is wouldn't have gone places sooner. ]
Why?