Great. I keep getting recognized in the street as "celebrity murderer Nathan Drake."
[ It's brief, that contact, but Nate and Sam so rarely touch each other with anything more than a clap on the shoulders that it feels like someone just prodded him in the solar plexus. For his own part Nate offers an involuntary flash of weariness, of guilt and longing.
Not that dissimilar, actually.
The boyish smile he usually wears is superseded by stony impassivity, no humor in his voice when he adds: ]
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[ It's brief, that contact, but Nate and Sam so rarely touch each other with anything more than a clap on the shoulders that it feels like someone just prodded him in the solar plexus. For his own part Nate offers an involuntary flash of weariness, of guilt and longing.
Not that dissimilar, actually.
The boyish smile he usually wears is superseded by stony impassivity, no humor in his voice when he adds: ]
Loving that.