[ People back home feels a little bit like the twist of a knife he forgets is there at least once an hour, briefly, before the heavy blanket of seeing them everywhere is dragged over his head once again. Speaking to a loss that permeates most waking moments is something Nate has never learned to do in polite company, and he spent fifteen years cultivating a talent in pushing his trauma into boxes that don't see the light of day.
To that end, he's grateful this is text. He doesn't think he could school his face were the conversation in person. ]
it was just us for a long time. but no, i had friends and family. a great boss. rowdy coworkers who'd wrap up a long day on bourbon street.
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what is it?
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[ There's the abrupt subject change link for her. Don't worry, he's getting back to- ]
and i'm glad he's here.
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so you think you secretly magicked him here?
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was it just you and sam?
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To that end, he's grateful this is text. He doesn't think he could school his face were the conversation in person. ]
it was just us for a long time. but no, i had friends and family. a great boss. rowdy coworkers who'd wrap up a long day on bourbon street.
what about you?
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i had my older brother, and my best friend, and my mom
[Which isn't a long list, as she's painfully aware.]
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[ :') ]
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