[ Nate is just reaching for his phone to return the text when something clicks, the sound distant, and he turns from the bar counter to see Stephen walking out of the store room, a hole in the floor behind him. Because that's normal.
He raises his eyebrow but doesn't point it out, gesturing futilely at the bandage on his throat, the others on his chest a stark white even with the evident, old scars. ]
Had to cut my shirt off. [ He says (almost mournfully) by way of explanation, regretfully looking toward the trash can. ] Hi.
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He raises his eyebrow but doesn't point it out, gesturing futilely at the bandage on his throat, the others on his chest a stark white even with the evident, old scars. ]
Had to cut my shirt off. [ He says (almost mournfully) by way of explanation, regretfully looking toward the trash can. ] Hi.