[Something about the fleeting tightness on Lup's face says that he struck a sore spot without necessarily meaning to, and Nate is reminded of the conversation he and Elena had on their sofa over a year ago. Where are you? she'd asked after he felt his attention drifting.
He makes eye contact, marginally shifty, but edged with guilt. The sigh he emits is heavy and disappointed, but clearly cognizant of the poor example he's setting.]
...Just say it.
[She's holding something back, he knows, hedging her words and picking the ones of least offense. She means well. But the sentiment is wound just tight enough that Nate feels like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
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He makes eye contact, marginally shifty, but edged with guilt. The sigh he emits is heavy and disappointed, but clearly cognizant of the poor example he's setting.]
...Just say it.
[She's holding something back, he knows, hedging her words and picking the ones of least offense. She means well. But the sentiment is wound just tight enough that Nate feels like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
Say what you want to say.