Audrey's busy eying her drink, and listening to Kate. Observing without too much focus, or hiding of the watching, that Kate just drinks her drink down. Without pause or delay, no any suspicion. Audrey's attention is definitely elsewhere, especially when she's leaning over to see the tiny angel drawing. Her brow puckering even as a smile is tugging at the middle of her lips.
It's crazy. But it kind of seems like a harmless crazy. Under the right circumstances and care. The way she's beginning to look at things back home. Marion Caldwell, Bobby Driscoll, Ray McBreen. Even--
It's a little hilarious before she can think his name he's asking that question. Those words that seem to shoot out of his mouth more often than anything that isn't rueful, stoicness about how she'll figure it all out. Whether it's The Troubles. Haven. Or her past. Nathan's go to food. Nathan whom she is settling with a wrinkled nose, and crinkled edges to her blue eyes, with an unruly look of affectionate disbelief and exasperation toward Nathan.
Because. Pancakes, really? In a bar? Audrey couldn't help herself, "Nathan here'll be your best friend if you say yes."
But you know, it's about as far off the mark as her own words, too. Nathan Wournos had a whole lot of citizens, denizens, people who'd known him all his life and who even doted on him affectionately even through his his self-imposed distance. But Audrey would be hard pressed to point a single person who looked like Nathan's friend. Or a friend of Nathan.
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Date: 2013-06-07 01:54 am (UTC)It's crazy. But it kind of seems like a harmless crazy. Under the right circumstances and care.
The way she's beginning to look at things back home. Marion Caldwell, Bobby Driscoll, Ray McBreen. Even--
It's a little hilarious before she can think his name he's asking that question. Those words that seem to shoot out of his mouth more often than anything that isn't rueful, stoicness about how she'll figure it all out. Whether it's The Troubles. Haven. Or her past. Nathan's go to food. Nathan whom she is settling with a wrinkled nose, and crinkled edges to her blue eyes, with an unruly look of affectionate disbelief and exasperation toward Nathan.
Because. Pancakes, really? In a bar? Audrey couldn't help herself, "Nathan here'll be your best friend if you say yes."
But you know, it's about as far off the mark as her own words, too. Nathan Wournos had a whole lot of citizens, denizens, people who'd known him all his life and who even doted on him affectionately even through his his self-imposed distance. But Audrey would be hard pressed to point a single person who looked like Nathan's friend. Or a friend of Nathan.