You really got some nerve, you know that? [Good thing this isn't a face-to-face conversation, otherwise he'd be jabbing her with an angry finger right about now.]
Tripping a man in a goddamn hospital! [He huffs.] What the hell were you trying to do, take me to the ER with you?
Nah, nothing so grim as all that, darling. Promise. [In the face of his (completely justified) fuss, Chloe couldn't possibly sound any more relaxed if she tried.] I'm just not much of a fan of all that medical equipment.
Well, did you at least get the damn thing patched up? [Besides yelling at her, that's the main reason why he decided to contact her. Put his mind at ease a little.]
I only accept apologies if they're in the form of alcohol. [Otherwise why bother.]
Well enough. [The scar's smooth these days; it's long since finished healing.] But I suppose I do owe you that much - tell me when you're free and I'll see if I about making amends.
[For someone else she'd never turn up. For someone else she probably wouldn't even go so far as to offer, but he was sincere when it came to wanting to help-- sincere enough not to let the matter lie even now. He deserves something for the trouble she's caused.]
As anticipated, Charlie finds his way up a few minutes later. He raps on the door, hardly urgent as he suspects her to be near enough to hear it, and settles back on his heels. Generally speaking, he looks much the same - he hasn't taken on a hoodie or any of that nonsense, but he has upgraded to a jacket of a different cut and he's carrying a backpack slung over one shoulder. Better to hide in plain sight than to make an eyesore of himself.
--And it's easier to haul around a bottle of wine in a backpack than simply bare handing it.
[Nate looks fine on the feed, until you notice the vague wet texture that's begun to take over his vest and flecks of red at the bottom of the cameracamera.
And the fact that he's hunched against a hall in an alleyway so dark that the only thing illuminating his image is the comm itself.]
[No. Scratch that once the red starts to register. Her tone drops: serious and concerned without any attempt at hiding it.] What happened? Where are you?
text; late 3/17
I've been thinking.
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whats on your mind
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Someone in charge?
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once or twice
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What the hell does Constantine have you doing over there, anyway?
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Cut me some slack
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he wants weapons. allies. he wants his whole bloody army back but thats not about to happen any time soon
UNSURE
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Tripping a man in a goddamn hospital! [He huffs.] What the hell were you trying to do, take me to the ER with you?
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No hard feelings, yeah?
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I only accept apologies if they're in the form of alcohol. [Otherwise why bother.]
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[For someone else she'd never turn up. For someone else she probably wouldn't even go so far as to offer, but he was sincere when it came to wanting to help-- sincere enough not to let the matter lie even now. He deserves something for the trouble she's caused.]
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Text; late April 1st
Big problem.
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I told you not to leave the communicator by the toilet
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It's Charlie.
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text; some nebulous time after they split up
im regretting it
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or easier depending on your perspective
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Nate you ass
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Five minutes later in the wake of all that heavy talk
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2/2, action;
--And it's easier to haul around a bottle of wine in a backpack than simply bare handing it.
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this is the closest thing i have to a crotchshot icon
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video; whenever that thread started
And the fact that he's hunched against a hall in an alleyway so dark that the only thing illuminating his image is the comm itself.]
Can you do me a favor?
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[No. Scratch that once the red starts to register. Her tone drops: serious and concerned without any attempt at hiding it.] What happened? Where are you?
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[He's not giving her his location without that promise.]
I got away from him, but I think he's following me.
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