[He's quiet for a few moments, watching Nathan as he downs that shot, lines of his throat highlighted. How easily he drinks, despite the fact he can't be more than, what, twenty? Twenty-two?]
How much do you know that you can't tell us?
[Unlike his questions of before, it's not urgent. Just quiet, as he pours them all another round.]
I'm not asking for details. I'm just saying . . .
[He glances over at Katy. She is, honestly, the most emotionally competent of them, and he wishes she could say this. But he's the one with the experience. God.]
. . . it's a shitty position to be in. [And he's sorry for Nathan.]
[The fucking rules in this place. They never let up, it seems. In retrospect, maybe Katy shouldn't have taken that frustration out on Nathan, sexily or not. She hesitates on the shot for a moment, turn it in her hands on the bar.]
...So what did the last group have to, you know, guide them along? If not the recordings.
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How much do you know that you can't tell us?
[Unlike his questions of before, it's not urgent. Just quiet, as he pours them all another round.]
I'm not asking for details. I'm just saying . . .
[He glances over at Katy. She is, honestly, the most emotionally competent of them, and he wishes she could say this. But he's the one with the experience. God.]
. . . it's a shitty position to be in. [And he's sorry for Nathan.]
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[The fucking rules in this place. They never let up, it seems. In retrospect, maybe Katy shouldn't have taken that frustration out on Nathan, sexily or not. She hesitates on the shot for a moment, turn it in her hands on the bar.]
...So what did the last group have to, you know, guide them along? If not the recordings.