[Years do that, it's true. They'd been so similar back then. In unpleasant ways, but it had been an odd sort of comfort to find someone like him. If they've become different, and Lazarus can handle things like this . . . Nathan would like to think of it as good, because it would mean that Lazarus has gotten better since they'd met. But at the same time, for that to make them different . . . It means that Nathan hasn't.
[He eyes the offered hand, notes the scarred wrist, can infer its meaning. His expression softens marginally. Oh. But even he isn't so tactless as to bring that up right now. And then his gaze lingers a moment on the numbers. Well. They certainly do still have something in common, then.
[He does make a move to reach for the hand, but pulls back halfway. The last time they'd touched hands, it had been followed by angry shouting, by violence. But he nods solemnly.] Alright.
[Getting to his original destination hadn't been happening since he'd been trying to evade the creatures. And this suddenly seems so much more important.]
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[He eyes the offered hand, notes the scarred wrist, can infer its meaning. His expression softens marginally. Oh. But even he isn't so tactless as to bring that up right now. And then his gaze lingers a moment on the numbers. Well. They certainly do still have something in common, then.
[He does make a move to reach for the hand, but pulls back halfway. The last time they'd touched hands, it had been followed by angry shouting, by violence. But he nods solemnly.] Alright.
[Getting to his original destination hadn't been happening since he'd been trying to evade the creatures. And this suddenly seems so much more important.]