[Don't mind him while he quietly reacts to that gloss over by a very enthusiastic drink the next time he has a chance. Play it cool, Nathan. Play it fucking cool. He would be downing mints right now if he had the supply. Still, he snorts.]
Not something you gotta be thanking me for.
[Because, as flippant as he was about the whole thing, he takes another drag of his joint and pauses. He's not that oblivious.]
All this shit, yeah? First time you've ever been around...you know, death?
[If she notices the intense guzzling, she doesn't show it. She's here to crossfade, too. Speaking of, she plucks the joint out of his hand.]
My folks passed on a few years back. Car accident. It was sudden, but it was... Cleaner. And I've seen animals die, of course. It's part of growing up on a farm.
[She's not in the state to care. Oh, speaking of, time for some whiskey.]
Mm. Get yourself something to eat, then come by my room after about an hour. I need to check on Haymitch.
[She stands, but leaves the bottle on the fountain edge for him.]
For the record, tonight we're sleeping, not fucking. You'll be on the floor. I like you, but I don't know you. I'll help you get your clamshell back in the morning.
[or not because of the whole execution thing but like SOON.]
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Not something you gotta be thanking me for.
[Because, as flippant as he was about the whole thing, he takes another drag of his joint and pauses. He's not that oblivious.]
All this shit, yeah? First time you've ever been around...you know, death?
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My folks passed on a few years back. Car accident. It was sudden, but it was... Cleaner. And I've seen animals die, of course. It's part of growing up on a farm.
[Long story short: No, she hasn't. Not really.]
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The first time I saw a dead body I threw up all over the floor. You're made of much tougher shit than I am.
[He flashes her a grin, sardonic.]
Not that you needed me to tell you that one.
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Says the guy who's died, what, like seven times?
[She's forgotten the exact number. It's more than zero, which is impressive enough for her.]
Where are you sleeping tonight?
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[He's so charming? But then he scoffs.]
Fuck if I know. That weird guy from earlier never actually gave me back my fucking clam.
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[She's not in the state to care. Oh, speaking of, time for some whiskey.]
Mm. Get yourself something to eat, then come by my room after about an hour. I need to check on Haymitch.
[She stands, but leaves the bottle on the fountain edge for him.]
For the record, tonight we're sleeping, not fucking. You'll be on the floor. I like you, but I don't know you. I'll help you get your clamshell back in the morning.
[or not because of the whole execution thing but like SOON.]