[ It's a sweet memory, one that reminds Nate of all the times he tripped and fell into a pothole-turned-pond when it rained hard on the coast of Cartagena, the inelegance of being a kid with a growing, changing body and not know what the Hell to do with it. Awkward, but warm. Clearly remembered with fondness.
It's also a glimpse into the pastimes of kids without money, having to find their own entertainment, validating some of the thoughts Nate once had about Ian's childhood in Weaverville. A little lonely, but for different reasons than Nate was. ]
Cute.
[ He means that, even if his smile is a hair mischievous. ]
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It's also a glimpse into the pastimes of kids without money, having to find their own entertainment, validating some of the thoughts Nate once had about Ian's childhood in Weaverville. A little lonely, but for different reasons than Nate was. ]
Cute.
[ He means that, even if his smile is a hair mischievous. ]
Who knew you'd turn out so handsome?