[ He ignores the look, knowing in his heart of hearts that whatever Lance takes note of is something that will inevitably come up in conversation later. He's wonderfully predictable like that, except for the part where Nate despises being a subject of intense scrutiny and they both know it.
He decides to cut him off at the pass with uncharacteristic bluntness, because the last few hours back have felt like some kind of insane fever dream. ]
I'm tired, and processing another life, and kind of annoyed that I keep getting recognized in the street.
[ He jerks his head at Lance's sunglasses knowingly, shoving his hands in his pockets. Trying not to think about the look on Lance's face when Dean Winchester stabbed him in the Quarry.
The way he'd tried to help. The way he always tries to help, always to his own detriment. ]
[The first part of that response is to be expected, at least aside from how forthcoming it is, but the rest of it prompts a brief grimace.]
Sorry. I was going to warn you about that.
[He hadn't thought Nate had been out anywhere yet, and he crosses his arms self-consciously as they move into this topic. It's bad enough for him just being recognized from his brief stint in the quarry, and everyone seeing him die live on television, but he can't imagine what it must be like for Nate. Nate's experiences were much more long standing, and much more... Exploitative, and invasive, and probably many other words.
It's something he definitely plans to try to talk to Nate about later, but not right now unless Nate brings it up himself. It's too much to put on him immediately after returning and having to deal with the shock of just readjusting, especially since there's the added factor of what must have happened for Nate to have returned.]
Unfortunately the sunglasses haven't been working too well. If you're going to go this route, you might want to try a hat too.
[And changing how he dresses, but Nate's already done that and so Lance will continue to not mention it for now.
He's quiet a moment, trying to decide what to even say, but then finally manages--]
That was a little um... Weirder than what happened in Hadriel.
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He decides to cut him off at the pass with uncharacteristic bluntness, because the last few hours back have felt like some kind of insane fever dream. ]
I'm tired, and processing another life, and kind of annoyed that I keep getting recognized in the street.
[ He jerks his head at Lance's sunglasses knowingly, shoving his hands in his pockets. Trying not to think about the look on Lance's face when Dean Winchester stabbed him in the Quarry.
The way he'd tried to help. The way he always tries to help, always to his own detriment. ]
Good call on the shades.
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Sorry. I was going to warn you about that.
[He hadn't thought Nate had been out anywhere yet, and he crosses his arms self-consciously as they move into this topic. It's bad enough for him just being recognized from his brief stint in the quarry, and everyone seeing him die live on television, but he can't imagine what it must be like for Nate. Nate's experiences were much more long standing, and much more... Exploitative, and invasive, and probably many other words.
It's something he definitely plans to try to talk to Nate about later, but not right now unless Nate brings it up himself. It's too much to put on him immediately after returning and having to deal with the shock of just readjusting, especially since there's the added factor of what must have happened for Nate to have returned.]
Unfortunately the sunglasses haven't been working too well. If you're going to go this route, you might want to try a hat too.
[And changing how he dresses, but Nate's already done that and so Lance will continue to not mention it for now.
He's quiet a moment, trying to decide what to even say, but then finally manages--]
That was a little um... Weirder than what happened in Hadriel.
[Putting it mildly.]