[Normally Nate wouldn't venture into this kind of territory, particularly not with Taako, but the alcohol is persuasive and he can't find it in himself to dance around this kind of shit. So he waits, through what can only be considered a mild tantrum that reeks of denial, while Taako squirms in the hot seat.
Finally - finally - he stops, affording his very muscular pillow the opportunity to speak up.]
You done yet?
[He doesn't wait for an interruption.]
...I know it's not easy. Believe me, I- I really fucking know. [He exhales quietly, thumbing his glass. Nate leaves it up to Taako to determine what it is.] But we're still cool, right?
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Finally - finally - he stops, affording his very muscular pillow the opportunity to speak up.]
You done yet?
[He doesn't wait for an interruption.]
...I know it's not easy. Believe me, I- I really fucking know. [He exhales quietly, thumbing his glass. Nate leaves it up to Taako to determine what it is.] But we're still cool, right?