polyapathy | nathan

[Nathan just happens to be in the first place she looks. It makes sense—it's a good place to smoke, which she's glad to see he's doing, and it's not the lounge upstairs. The one still coated in sheets of his blood. Is someone going to clean that up, or is it just... there now?

Katy sits next to him on the edge of the fountain. She's got a fresh bottle of whiskey with her, because, like, same.

Oh, and she's still covered in his blood. Whoops.]

You look like hell.

[Feels bad, fam! Nathan's not the kind of guy to feel bad about getting a tit pic, but considering the general progress he's made with Katy on his own...it just feels exploitative. Voyeuristic. He can barely look at the photo.

...like, he still does. He's not a saint. But still.

The next doorway she opens will lead her into a new area--a decrepit, run down looking community center, and Nathan's swiveling himself around in a wheelchair, grinning like the true idiot he is. Maybe if he's charmingly moronic, she can't be mad?!]

Morning, love! You rang?

[When Katy opens a door...she is not transported to the community center! Nathan's there, though, leaning against the door frame. He pulls something out of his back pocket and holds it up.]

Brought you a candy bar.

[Fought the vending machine for it and everything!]

[Someone just died today but Nathan can't help being a bit like an excited puppy when he gets a message from Katy. It's faster just to appear, so she gets a knock on her dorm room door while her roommate is out. Besides, the community center is kind of a drag.]

Did you miss me?

Hey.

[Nathan trots over to where ever Katy is. He's happy to see her, as always, but seems distinctly distracted--enough that he launches right into a question.]

Do you see that?

[It looks like not too far away, there's a baggie on the floor. It's full of white tablets that are most likely drugs, but it's hard to say what kind.]

[Immediately after the trial, before Nathan can disappear back into the ether, Katy catches him by the arm.]

Come here—

[Her free hand twists in his shirt collar to yank him down into a kiss, hard and passionate, and yeah she's shaking a bit but that's not the point.

She takes her time savoring the kiss, but when she does pull away, she gives him a little half smile and pats a hand on his chest.]

We do need you, you know. Even if no one else can see that.

week 0; saturday post-trial; lobby

week 1; monday

week 1; sunday

week 2; sunday

week 3; monday

week 3; saturday post-trial; ballroom