[ Nate points out with a grudging tilt of his head, but doesn't pursue further pressing. He knows the nimble dodging of a question when he sees it. After a long moment Nate slaps his hands on his knees and stands, sore but not uneasy. He meanders over to the carton he left on the table and starts hunting for glasses.
no subject
[ Nate points out with a grudging tilt of his head, but doesn't pursue further pressing. He knows the nimble dodging of a question when he sees it. After a long moment Nate slaps his hands on his knees and stands, sore but not uneasy. He meanders over to the carton he left on the table and starts hunting for glasses.
Over his shoulder: ]
Juice?