[ There's quiet for a second, words in his head that he turns over a few times to weigh them against the sober part of his brain and determine if it's a good idea to actually say them. Weed makes his filter drop a little, he forgets for a few seconds at a time to actually think before he speaks.
What he's thinking about saying feels a little too real-sounding, though, and responding to doesn't mean a lot to you the way he almost does... Yeah, he'd replay it later on without being stoned and probably agonize over it. Kick himself like a moron.
In the end, the sand sifts under the surface and it's smoothed back into glass with the absent motion of his tongue passing over his lips. ]
Alright, man, but if you get into trouble...
[ You have his number. Does it come across as that, or does it come across as if you get into trouble keep it away from me? Can't be sure it comes across the way it means it to, he's second guessing himself a little with that pot-based paranoia.
Just to be sure, he follows it up with a blithe, self-deprecating offer. ]
I can make some neat fucking... walls, or something.
Usually the implication is don't bring it back to my doorstep but the hesitation makes him feel like the meaning isn't the same. Like Ian is trying to choose his words deliberately, so as to not be misunderstood - or maybe that's wishful thinking, that Nate's poor decision making won't drive someone away. The follow-up summarily clears him of doubts but it's also such a devastatingly funny addendum that Nate snorts into his Sunny D. ]
Well, Hell. [ He says with a distinctive air of teasing, smile wry over the lip of his glass, brightened by the levity. ] I could go for some neat walls.
[ It drives a soft, amused scoff out of him. Yeah, yeah, shut up, maybe he's not the best at delivering the appropriate amount (but not too much) of sincerity while stoned.
Good to have the lightness back, and it's written in his expression somewhere even as he lifts his eyes to shoot Nate a look.
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What he's thinking about saying feels a little too real-sounding, though, and responding to doesn't mean a lot to you the way he almost does... Yeah, he'd replay it later on without being stoned and probably agonize over it. Kick himself like a moron.
In the end, the sand sifts under the surface and it's smoothed back into glass with the absent motion of his tongue passing over his lips. ]
Alright, man, but if you get into trouble...
[ You have his number. Does it come across as that, or does it come across as if you get into trouble keep it away from me? Can't be sure it comes across the way it means it to, he's second guessing himself a little with that pot-based paranoia.
Just to be sure, he follows it up with a blithe, self-deprecating offer. ]
I can make some neat fucking... walls, or something.
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Usually the implication is don't bring it back to my doorstep but the hesitation makes him feel like the meaning isn't the same. Like Ian is trying to choose his words deliberately, so as to not be misunderstood - or maybe that's wishful thinking, that Nate's poor decision making won't drive someone away. The follow-up summarily clears him of doubts but it's also such a devastatingly funny addendum that Nate snorts into his Sunny D. ]
Well, Hell. [ He says with a distinctive air of teasing, smile wry over the lip of his glass, brightened by the levity. ] I could go for some neat walls.
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Good to have the lightness back, and it's written in his expression somewhere even as he lifts his eyes to shoot Nate a look.
Half-mutters: ]
Better than your walls anyway, Winnesota.