[ It's better than nothing and as Nate rubs his eyes, feeling the exhaustion creep in and expecting to be told to get some rest, Stephen speaks. His brow wrinkles almost immediately, leaning heavily on the precedent he knows the man set when they last sat down for real drinks in a real restaurant.
The reprieve is nice. ]
You're a sorcerer.
[ He repeats slowly, and without thinking glances at Stephen's hands, one of the only things he hasn't pressed on. Again: old, probably from his world. If he'd come into this one and gotten injured here the repair work would have been a lot cleaner, if not entirely unnoticeable. ]
no subject
The reprieve is nice. ]
You're a sorcerer.
[ He repeats slowly, and without thinking glances at Stephen's hands, one of the only things he hasn't pressed on. Again: old, probably from his world. If he'd come into this one and gotten injured here the repair work would have been a lot cleaner, if not entirely unnoticeable. ]
Okay, Howard Thurston. Go on.