[ They're both stoned, and therefore the impairment is slowing Nate's tendency to rapid-fire theorize his way through something. The thoughts come slower and heavier, a little less rational and considerably more absurd.
Nate has the context that Ian doesn't and he's already trying to parse out the occurrences that he knows of: a nice drink one night at a nice bar when they should have been out, a twenty-one in Blackjack when he'd been counting cards and the Ace shouldn't have come up, and now this.
His free hand feels over his chest, tapping there with his pointer finger while he mulls it over and ultimately says something so ridiculous it can't possibly be true.
Because it would be the deepest irony thus far. ]
This is gonna sound...really, really stupid, but...I think it's luck?
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Nate has the context that Ian doesn't and he's already trying to parse out the occurrences that he knows of: a nice drink one night at a nice bar when they should have been out, a twenty-one in Blackjack when he'd been counting cards and the Ace shouldn't have come up, and now this.
His free hand feels over his chest, tapping there with his pointer finger while he mulls it over and ultimately says something so ridiculous it can't possibly be true.
Because it would be the deepest irony thus far. ]
This is gonna sound...really, really stupid, but...I think it's luck?