( He does. He thinks he does. He's not sure what exactly Nate's trying for, whether it's to be like they -- kind of like they were in another life, or to just be okay again, or if he's trying to figure out where on that spectrum they ought to land. In the end, the direction doesn't matter as much as the effort right now.
Maybe. Somebody ask Lance.
Anyway, as uncomfortable as it is to admit -- let alone put into actual text: )
[ Ian's done more than his fair share in whatever this is, so much so that Nate actively makes a face upon reading his text. The struggle is in putting a name to the vagueness that still hovers like a dense fog around them. An unsurety that chips away infinitesimal amounts of bedrock, like the steady dripping of water off a stalactite as it bores a smooth surface far below.
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i'm trying.
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( He does. He thinks he does. He's not sure what exactly Nate's trying for, whether it's to be like they -- kind of like they were in another life, or to just be okay again, or if he's trying to figure out where on that spectrum they ought to land. In the end, the direction doesn't matter as much as the effort right now.
Maybe. Somebody ask Lance.
Anyway, as uncomfortable as it is to admit -- let alone put into actual text: )
me too
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Methodical. Slow. Inescapable. ]
what a pair huh[ Don't do that, Jesus, Nate. ]
save me a drink for when i get back?
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( A relatively safe call-back, but also a decent reminder that he cared about Nate before all this. Just in case that matters. )
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