You know me, I'm hard-headed and now hard-toed, apparently.
[He grins, half expecting her to make a dirty joke about what else is hard—hey, he gave her the opening. But this is fairly serious stuff they're talking about, so maybe not.
The smile slips when she tests her arm, and he's there beside her in an instant, rubbing her non-glass shoulder, even though that's not the side in pain. Too bad he can't give glass a massage.]
Sure. If you need help, though, I can be your seeing-eye Nate.
[He starts to stroll across the room, already thinking of how he can try to ease her discomfort, and barely notices the half-hidden journal—at first. Something catches the corner of his eye as he passes her bed, though, and he glances down at it—then slows, and stops.
What the...no. No, it can't be. But he knows that handwriting, had read through it a hundred times in years past. It can't be, but it is. Nate stares for a long moment, then turns to Elena—speechless.]
no subject
[He grins, half expecting her to make a dirty joke about what else is hard—hey, he gave her the opening. But this is fairly serious stuff they're talking about, so maybe not.
The smile slips when she tests her arm, and he's there beside her in an instant, rubbing her non-glass shoulder, even though that's not the side in pain. Too bad he can't give glass a massage.]
Sure. If you need help, though, I can be your seeing-eye Nate.
[He starts to stroll across the room, already thinking of how he can try to ease her discomfort, and barely notices the half-hidden journal—at first. Something catches the corner of his eye as he passes her bed, though, and he glances down at it—then slows, and stops.
What the...no. No, it can't be. But he knows that handwriting, had read through it a hundred times in years past. It can't be, but it is. Nate stares for a long moment, then turns to Elena—speechless.]