[ Nate calls it before it leaves Ian's hand, no filter between what he thinks and what he says thanks to the weed, the pulse of blue beneath his shirt a dull throbbing. When Ian lifts his palm and the former screw reads TAILS Nate exhales slowly, sitting back a little. ]
...okay. Okay. Um.
[ It hasn't worked like this before. Or rather, he hasn't tested it like this before. ]
I've gotten...unusually lucky a few times. Like I thought of something that would be convenient, or something I wanted, and it happened. But it's never- I'm not willing it to happen.
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[ Nate calls it before it leaves Ian's hand, no filter between what he thinks and what he says thanks to the weed, the pulse of blue beneath his shirt a dull throbbing. When Ian lifts his palm and the former screw reads TAILS Nate exhales slowly, sitting back a little. ]
...okay. Okay. Um.
[ It hasn't worked like this before. Or rather, he hasn't tested it like this before. ]
I've gotten...unusually lucky a few times. Like I thought of something that would be convenient, or something I wanted, and it happened. But it's never- I'm not willing it to happen.