[ Nate doesn't entirely know what to do with it, speaking with reluctance, rubbing his thumb against the ridged edges of something that looks as though it shouldn't actually have a physical form. His hand falls to his side and he assumes that if he doesn't drop it into his duffel bag or pocket, it'll sink into his skin when he's not looking.
That's how these things are supposed to go, right? ]
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[ Nate doesn't entirely know what to do with it, speaking with reluctance, rubbing his thumb against the ridged edges of something that looks as though it shouldn't actually have a physical form. His hand falls to his side and he assumes that if he doesn't drop it into his duffel bag or pocket, it'll sink into his skin when he's not looking.
That's how these things are supposed to go, right? ]
I mean it.