[ There's the very real sense that they've wandered past one another in the aisles, talking briefly at cross purposes, and he's aware that if it's anybody's fault it's his. He could course correct but an abrupt turn into I once drunkenly used my power to read minds in public and now I can do a lot worse and if I get there tonight, which I hope to, because I've had enough of being superhuman, I need to be hidden in plain sight isn't the kind of atmosphere he's looking to promote.
Fortunately, he doesn't need to dwell on it. Nate lifts the hook and lets him off it with an easy smile and his own trip down memory lane and Stephen drinks down the out with the rest of his whisky, pausing only to catch the server before she goes to flash three fingers, a thanks and a smile (might as well get them up to an even six) before turning his full attention to the plane-tumbling enigma that is Nathan Drake.
Nate's kept his cards closer to his chest than Stephen's purposefully bothered to. A tale ready to be told is nothing he's going to pass up. ]
I've never been made of more ears.
[ More hands, sure, but that's another story for another day.
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Fortunately, he doesn't need to dwell on it. Nate lifts the hook and lets him off it with an easy smile and his own trip down memory lane and Stephen drinks down the out with the rest of his whisky, pausing only to catch the server before she goes to flash three fingers, a thanks and a smile (might as well get them up to an even six) before turning his full attention to the plane-tumbling enigma that is Nathan Drake.
Nate's kept his cards closer to his chest than Stephen's purposefully bothered to. A tale ready to be told is nothing he's going to pass up. ]
I've never been made of more ears.
[ More hands, sure, but that's another story for another day.
Spill. ]