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TheCountess x Isis #2
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Apr 14, 2015 01:57AM
Nathaniel looked at Karson and so the shock and confusion in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed back but he was unable to reach the man before he turned around and shot the first guy. Nathaniel chewed his lip but advanced to the living room with the gun in his hands and in the correct stance. He fired at the second time, only hitting his shoulder. He wanted to dance. That was a good shot for him, considering his hands were shaking and basically, he was the world’s most horrible shot even after extensive training. Actually the fact that he had a gun at all confused him. He froze when the third guy advanced towards him.
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"Fuck!" Karson shot the third guy then hit the second guy again when he started to stand up. "Nathaniel what the fuck are you doing in here? What the fuck is going on?" He shot the fourth guy, then the fifth, then turned and shot the sixth. On the bright side, the outside probably wasn't surrounded with so many inside. He would get away once he was sure that there was no more danger to Nathaniel, then he would never come back. Nathaniel could call the cops and tell them whatever he wanted, because apparently the man was a good liar.
[[Jeez! There were six guys. Nathaniel really misread the situation! He should be in the garage!]]Nathaniel winced with every gunshot and he fired another one himself but it just bore a hole in the wall. He turned to Karson with an apologetic face. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He said biting his lip, the gun still shaking in his hand. “I wanted to tell you but there was never a right time and I wasn’t sure what to say.” He moved closer to the man and regarded him with sorrowful eyes, already full of tears. “Please Karson, you have to listen to me. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.” he said hanging his head.
((I always assume the worst. I imagined like 600 in my head...so Nathaniel got lucky.))"Fuck you," Karson replied simply, his face absolutely emotionless when he spoke. He put the safety on for his gun then he turned and started toward the door. "You're lucky I don't kill you too," he added before unlocking and opening the door. This whole situation was deja vu and he wasn't going to stand around and listen to Nathaniel's pathetic excuses. He didn't need this happening again, especially when he had practically bore his heart to the man.
[[Haha. Oh boy. Lucky him indeed.]]Nathaniel felt the first of Karson’s words down to his core. They hurt so much he couldn’t move at first. Then the man’s following words settled in and he didn’t feel lucky at all. He would have preferred being shot point blank to the pain that he was feeling right then. He snapped back to life and followed after the man through the open door. “Karson...Kar...Please!” He called as he jogged after him and touched his shoulder. “Please! You haven’t even heard me out. You can’t just walk away, please.”
"I can just walked away, Nathaniel. Is that even your real name? You listened to my whole goddamn story and I'm not living this again. I have no idea who you are and I have no desire to. I can't believe I fell for this bullshit all over again. I must be a damn idiot...but at least I'm not evil like you," Karson growled back at Nathaniel angrily. "Just once, once, I thought I found and honest guy whom I had a connection again, but obviously I was wrong. I hope your agency at least got something good out of this. And now I repeat, fuck you."
“Karson,” he groaned. “Of course it’s my real name. I didn’t tell my agency anything. I wanted to tell you who I was but you were the one with the gun in my face...remember that? I didn’t want you to shoot me and then we started to get closer and then time just passed and there wasn’t any good opportunity to tell you. Please. You have to believe me. You know me. You’ve seen me. I’ve been me the whole time. You’re not an idiot. Please. Don’t go. Please. I didn’t tell anyone anything.” His eyes released the tears as he fought to make the man stay but his heart was already breaking with the impending loss.
Karson nodded his head then laughed bitterly. "Yeah, like I'm going to believe a word that comes out of your mouth. I was me the whole time, you weren't. I'm not gonna stay here and get played some more. Whether you told your agency something or not, you're not the man I thought you were. You blatantly lied to my face while I poured my heart to you. Good luck with the next one." He walked out of the house, pulling the door closed behind himself. His breath hitched in his throat as soon as it was closed. He felt tears wanting to threaten but he pushed them back.
Nathaniel took a step towards the door but then the sound of sirens approaching stalled him. One of the neighbours must have phoned it in. He could go outside and face a man who didn’t want to face him or he could make sure that Karson’s particular work in his living room was not traced back to the man. He sighed, the tears still rolling. He rushed to his bedroom and pressed speed dial on one of his phones. He was calling someone from his agency to help them ‘lose’ the evidence once the police got a hold of it. He wanted to protect Karson even though he didn’t know exactly what the man was being hunted for. He didn’t know if this was the right thing to do, either way after five seconds of standing around with the phone to his ear, he realised that no one was answering. What’s going on?
Karson heard the sirens and he ducked off into the shadows next to the house. He had to plan an escape route and he had to do it now. If he got caught by the police he could get out of it but it would waste time and then they would find him. He needed somewhere to hide, somewhere that no one else was. His heart was broken and it was hard to focus, though. The sirens were getting even closer. He ran his hands up through his hair then he just took off running. He would find a crappy motel somewhere and get himself a room with cash.
Nathaniel waited trudged back down the stairs unsure of the reason why his phone wasn’t working. He had his government badge ready as he waited for the police’s arrival. His mind was stuck on Karson. He could feel the man’s skin beneath his fingers, hear his laugh in his head and he could see the smile in his eyes. He missed him already and that feeling crushed his heart into little pieces. He would never see that man again. The likelihood of that was one in a million and Nathaniel wasn’t that lucky twice. He sat at the bottom of his stairs, pondering but really just hanging his head in despair. There was no hope for him, no hope for him at all.
Karson was too distracted, he tripped and face planted, skidding on the pavement. Under normal circumstances it would have been humiliating, but he could see the police car pulling up. He had been caught red handed. A door slammed and he could see shoes walking toward him. He sighed and rolled over, groaning and bleeding. The officer helped him up and looked him over. He was then yanked along right back toward Nathaniel's house. When they go there the officer knocked on the door.
[[Karson can’t walk? Hilarious!]]Nathaniel stood up and like a zombie he made his way to the door. He opened it slowly, wondering why the cops had knocked instead of just rushing in. He opened the door and his eyes widened when he saw Karson being held by one of the officers of the law. “Officer?” he asked inquisitively despite the bloody bodies lying behind him. He didn’t take his eyes off of Karson though. He was transfixed.
((I would fall on my face if I just got my heart broken and had my leg shot the day before, too. Jeez.))"We caught him running away from the scene. Was he involved here in any way, sir?" the police officer said, still holding tight to Karson's upper arm.
Karson let all of the emotion fall out of his face and he just stood still next to the officer. He gave no indication at all to Nathaniel, simply waited for the man to make a decision on what to say. It wouldn't really matter in any case. He was losing time and he was going to be caught.
[[Haha. Still hilarious yo!]]Nathaniel shook his head slowly. “No, he wasn’t.” He said as he kept staring at Karson’s blank face. He reached out and touched Karson’s nose. “You’re bleeding...sir,” he said with a choked voice and then took Karson’s wrist. “I think I should help you with that.” He turned to the police man. “These men came into my house and I protected myself. I am a government agent. I shall hand over my weapon as soon as I help this man.” He pulled Karson into the house forcefully, using all his strength to make sure the man didn’t resist his efforts.
(Yo? Are you serious?)Karson wanted to yank back and start running, but he stopped himself because the officer was watching very closely. So, he let himself be dragged along by Nathaniel, into the house and out of the officer's view. "You can't even handle blood. Stop pretending like you care," Karson hissed under his breath. He wanted to just tackle the man to the floor and punch him, but he didn't.
[[Yes, very. Haha. That’s how my people speak.]]Nathaniel pulled Karson into the kitchen away from the curious eye of the cop. “You’re not bleeding. It’s just swollen,” he hissed back and stuck out his tongue. He went to the freezer and pulled out a bag of meat and stuck it in front of Karson so the man could take it. He turned to him with a hard expression. “I’m not going to try and convince you to forgive me. I care about you and I was truthful about everything including my job at the university. I just left out my other job because I was sure you were going to kill me. I’m sorry I hurt you Karson but if you’re not willing to sit and listen then it’s fine. The least you can do is let me help you get out of this. Give me your gun. There’s another one in the glove compartment in my car. You can leave through the garage.” He said sighing and keeping his eyes averted away from the man to avoid tears.
((You disgust me...))"You just left out your other job. Do you even hear yourself? I trusted you. I thought you were different. I thought that this was something real, but now I can't ever believe that again. So, you'll have to excuse me if I'm not willing to sit and listen just so I can be pulled back into something that's going to hurt me, or get me killed. I've lived this already and I'm not wiling to live it again. How do I know that you weren't the one who called those men here in the first place, huh? How do I know that a single word about you is true? I don't. I was a fool to believe it in the first place. And I won't be taking your car just so you can have them track me again and try to kill me. And I'll keep my gun." Karson gritted his teeth together, forcing himself to stay angry instead of letting himself cry and mope.
[[hurtful!]]Nathaniel fought the tears. He stood in front of Karson before he could leave. “Karson please,” he begged biting his lip and staring at the man, trying to let him see his truth but... “Please. This was real for me. You and me, it’s not a repetition of anything...there is no again...we were just beginning...please.” His heart sunk when the man accused him of putting him in arms way. “I...Karson...I didn’t call them.” A tear escaped his eye and his hands fell to his side, his hands tingling. He shook them slightly, fear coursing through his veins. “My phones aren’t even working!” He clutched his fingers and took a step back. “I wasn’t giving you my car. I wanted to protect you from what happened in the living room by giving you the gun in it but...” he took a step back again giving Karson the space he needed to leave. “I’m sorry,” he whispered several tears rolling down his face now. He had his eyes on the floor afraid to look into Karson’s eyes and see the hatred probably coming from them. He didn’t want to want to die.
"No, this was real to me," Karson said, "So stop crying like you're the one who was betrayed here. I have every right to walk out that door and never see you again because of this. You lied to me. You lied to me in the one way I hoped I would never be lied to again. Even after we were together you kept up the lie. I was going to give up my damn mission and risk my own life just so I could save you because I thought you were an innocent man I had dragged into something awful. But you're not innocent at all and I don't know who you are. You say that was the real you but I can't believe that because you left out a whole chunk on purpose. Next you're going to grab your gun, shoot me, and leave me to die."
“I’m not going to...god Karson! I’m not going to bloody shoot you,” he cried out to the man. He attacked his face trying to scrub the tears away but they kept flowing. “I’m sorry. I’ve said am sorry and I am. I don’t know how to make you believe me. I don’t know how to make up for this. I didn’t mean for it to...I didn’t mean to lie to you. I wanted to tell you but whatever way it would have...you would have still been angry.” He let out a puff and wiped his face again. “I made a mistake...please...please Kar...” he sighed again. His stomach sunk. From the look on the man’s face, he wasn’t about to get the time of day, let alone any sort of forgiving. He looked away again, staring at his feet his chest heaving. He tried to keep calm. Perhaps when the police were done, he’d get out here, go somewhere, maybe home and just hide there, grow a beard, become your local slob. He’d have to call his grandmother first. But the phones weren’t working. Wait, the phones weren’t working. He shook his head. Something wasn’t right. “Wait,” he said softly and looked at Karson again, his eyes drying. “My phones aren’t working and they are always working no matter what the conditions. Did you manage to check into your place...when you came in, were you able to call? Please Kar...Karson, just help me figure something out then...then you can leave and I...I won’t disturb you again.”
"No. I told you the damn phone wasn't working. I couldn't call anyone from my agency," Karson said, glad to say something that wasn't about him or how he currently felt about Nathaniel, which was confused. He could figure out why their phones weren't working, but he couldn't figure out how he felt. He still somehow liked Nathaniel and just wanted this all to go away. But then again, he hated Nathaniel and hoped that he never saw him again. He didn't like how this felt and he just wanted it to stop, but he didn't know how to go about that. So, for now, he would focus on their issues, or at least his. "I told you I was working on something serious. I don't know who you work for but they could be involved, no, probably are involved. We're all in danger now, if they lines have all been cut from the agencies. We're flying blind. The end," Karson said.
Nathaniel frowned. “Where did the policemen go?” he said suddenly walking to the door. He hadn’t noticed that there were no footsteps or that nobody had come to them in the kitchen. He walked briskly to the living room and was surprised that the bodies were still there and there were no cops in the vicinity. “Where are...?” He took a deep worried breath and run to the stares to go to his work station upstairs. He didn’t care whether Karson was angry with him at that moment, only that the man was probably right about his agency being involved in something. He opened his study and wasn’t surprised to see his work thrown all over the place. Someone was looking for something and he knew just what but Nathaniel had been smart to hide it. “I knew it. I knew it.” he said with a heavy head and then sped down the stairs again. “Cocktail!” he called out for his not-his-cat cat. “Cocktail! Here kitty.” He looked around for the cat that wasn’t his earnestly.
"Why the fuck are you looking for a cat that isn't yours at a time like this?" Karson asked, incredulous. He could think of a million things to worry about and not a single one of them was the cat. The cat wasn't even his, for heaven's sake. Nathaniel should have been worried about the lack of cops, the lack of communication, the possibility of some huge scheme, even their relationship, but not a random street cat. He sighed heavily and ran his hands up through his hair. He turned and walked for the door next. He peaked out and saw no cop cars, nothing. Something was going to happen soon, and it was not going to be good.
Nathaniel ignored Karson. She could hear the anger in his voice and he didn’t want to have another argument before they left this place. “Cocktail!” he called out again and sighed with relief when the cat emerged from beneath one of the couches. He scooped her up into his arms. He had never been so happy to see her in his life. He kissed her head and turned to the man who was inspecting the windows and the door. “Kar, we have to go now,” he said urgently holding Cocktail close to him. He stood up and started towards the garage. “It’s not safe here anymore. I’ll tell you on the way. Please.” He turned back to the man with an urgent look.
Karson gritted his teeth together and pulled out his gun. He kept it pointed at Nathaniel. "Don't call me Kar and if I find out that this is some kind of plan, I'm going to kill you," he said, trying to keep as much of the emotion as possible out of his voice. He didn't want to go anywhere with Nathaniel but really he had no other mode of transportation. At the very least he would take the man's car until they were far enough away and he could get to a new mode of transport. Until then, he was just going to have to make sure that Nathaniel wasn't going to be pulling any more lies.
Nathaniel’s heart jumped when he saw the gun pointed at him. He actually felt scared in that moment of the man in front of him, someone who he cared about, someone he had been intimate with. He felt as if he had pushed them a thousand steps backward and he hated himself. He hung his head and sighed. “If you find any fault in my actions Karson,” he said with a heavy heart. “You can do what you want to me.” He looked at the man right in the eye trying to figure out why he had bothered to hope that...that they would last. Sure it had been stupid to keep the secret but he wanted to tell him. He just couldn’t find the right time. There was no room for excuses any more. “We have to go now. They’ll send other people. I think they didn’t kill either of us because they thought they’d gotten what they wanted but they haven’t and they’ll realise it soon enough.”
Karson shook his head, "And you're not even going to tell me what I almost got killed over? And you want me to trust you?" And people wondered why he had trust issues and no real relationships. He worked a job in which everyone was an enemy and he had no true information. The few times he thought he had something real with someone, it was all a lie. He was never going to get over this one though. One time was traumatic, two times was absolutely deadening. He almost did want to shoot Nathaniel, just because it might stop some of the hurt if he didn't have to look at the man. Instead though, he just waited for an answer so that they could get going.
“I’ll tell you as we go...if we wait here any longer...they’ll be...” he sighed. He looked at the man he was dealing with, someone so stubborn he was pointing a gun at someone he supposedly cared for and not giving him a chance to speak. He sighed. Even if it got them killed, he would speak. “A few weeks ago, I stumbled over some information. I’m an analyst but I can also hack into things. I was listening and I noticed a chat room filled with buzz about a list. Apparently, there was a list of agents from different government organisations that were being targeted. It was supposed to be clean up job, weed out the good agents so that a corrupt group of people could begin to run the place and control the lesser agents. I told my superiors but I was told to immediately cease and desist from continuing to track down the information. I thought that was strange so I hacked the list and copied it onto a micro disk that I hid. I made another fake list and fed it as a virus but someone must have realised this and come for it. I was too late anyway, some of the people on that list were discovered and killed...you might be one of the few whose names were released. I haven’t looked at it though. I promise. I didn’t know who you were until now. I’m still not sure. Maybe it’s not even related to what you were doing. Can we go now? Please.”
"Get in the car. You're driving," Karson said in reply. "They're going to be coming after us directly. I'm on the list and I have no doubt you are too, now, if what you said is true." He started walking to the garage. He honestly had no idea what he should say at this point, that this list was his mission to get back and destroy. Expect, now he wasn't so sure. His agency was off the grid and that was concerning, but now that Nathaniel's agency was off the grid too, it was really concerning. For all he knew, they were the same agency. For all he knew the whole world was against him at this point in time. He didn't want to discuss it. He wanted to get into the car and he wanted to go. At least this way he would only have to be with Nathaniel, whom he didn't trust but...he still cared for? He didn't want to even think about that, not right now.
Nathaniel nodded quickly and walked to the garage. He held out Cocktail to the man and frowned. “Be careful with her, unless you want to shoot her too.” He said sarcastically. He knew he should be trying to earn back the man’s trust by being the sweetest human being but together with the stress of everything he just felt jaded. It also felt like déjà vu from earlier the day before and this confused him because he wasn’t sure whether it was a good memory or a bad memory. He grabbed the keys on his way out. He entered the car at the wheel and waited for Karson to join him before he started it, opening up the garage door in anticipation. He just wanted to get out of their before they were shot though he didn’t see any salvation in escaping if the man he was with was going to shoot him anyway.
"I would never shoot an innocent cat. She's not the one who lied to me and broke my heart," Karson snapped back before getting into the car. He carefully snuggled the cat into his lap and stroked her back gently. He had always appreciated animals, and now he was reminded why. Animals were innocent and they loved unconditionally. He looked out the window. "Which direction are we going to go?" he asked, "And how far do we plan on going?"
Nathaniel rolled his eyes and pulled out of the garage. “We’ll drive a couple of miles outside of town until we can ditch this car. There’s no doubt they’ll be looking for it.” he said turning onto the back roads of his neighbourhood so that they weren’t too visible. “Also, put on your seat belt.” He said turning up the gear of his manual car. “I wouldn’t want to kill you now would I?” he said bitterly with his eyes on the road.
Karson laughed with absolutely no humor. "Yeah, I'm still not so sure about that one," he replied, though he did pull his seat belt on. "When we ditch this car we'll need to head south. And yes, I'm suggesting we stick together though I will be keeping a very close eye on you. They want the list. I was supposed to get it and you have it. Now I've got to protect it and that means protecting you, if you are telling the truth about any of this."
Nathaniel’s eyes widened. He was actually surprised that Karson was willing for them to stay together. He assumed the man would want to separate once they ditched the car. When Karson explained his reasons, Nathaniel rolled his eyes and fixed them on the road again. “right, it’s about the list.” He murmured. He was tempted to tell Karson where the list actually was and see whether the man would stick around but he was afraid Karson would go away and then he would be alone again and he just wanted to prolong the man’s stay. “What’s south?” he asked. And I am telling the truth, he wanted to add but he knew it would spark another argument that he didn’t want.
"South is south, and of course it's about the list." Karson replied and looked out the window once more, falling into silence. It wasn't all about the list, but he didn't want to admit that to himself, let alone Nathaniel. He wanted this all to be over, but it wasn't that simple. He was an agent and he had a job to do, and on top of that he really cared about this men despite the fact that he didn't trust him. But, he wanted to trust him, and go back to being with him like they were before. He wanted to kiss him and feel that familiar spark. He wanted to go back, he wanted to not know...His eyes were tearing up and he swiped at them.
Nathaniel could see Karson swiping at his eyes from the corner of his eye. His first instinct was to reach out from his place in the car and hold the man’s hand but then he remembered that he was probably the cause for those tears. He was the monster behind the water works so he balled his hand into a fist and held the gear box instead, shifting it to a higher speed. “That’s not what I meant,” he said to the man sighing. His voice was softer now, less filled with rage. “I meant, why south and not any other direction?” he asked quietly. “Never mind. You don’t have to answer. I’ll just drive until you tell me to stop. I promise, I won’t bother you.”
"I just want to go south," Karson said softly, practically in a whisper. He swiped at his eyes again then leaned his head against the window and just closed them so they would hopefully stop leaking. He felt like his whole body physically hurt, and he wasn't sure if it was real or if his emotions were just getting to his body now. He swiped at his eyes again, as the closing of his eyes wasn't enough apparently. He had reasons to go south, but he just couldn't come up with them. He felt like a moping child and that meant that he was not going to be coming up with anything important at the moment.
Nathaniel bit down on his lower lip. He could hear just how soft Karson’s voice was. His fingers were numb as the guilt ate away at him and he felt like he needed to explain himself once more but he had already made that stupid promise. He could see the man attacking his face, trying to wipe dry his eye and he felt his heart ache for the man next to him, wishing he had been a better person. He had never hated himself more than in that moment. He pressed the clutch down and went to a higher gear. Driving was all he could do in that moment. He felt weak but he could drive...at least he could drive.
Karson swallowed and swiped once more at his eyes before just going back to petting the cat gently. He sighed softly. Really, he didn't know why he didn't just get himself a cat and never leave his house again. The cat would never hurt him and he would never hurt the cat. They could never lie to each other because there would be nothing to lie about. He would never do it though, he wasn't capable. He craved human interaction and he actually did enjoy his job. He would keep going through the same motions and he would do his best to never tear up again. It was embarrassing and it made him sleepy, but there was no way that he could sleep. He had to keep a watch.
Nathaniel noticed Cocktail purring in Karson’s hands. He had never seen that cat so content with a near stranger. He became irrationally jealous then he glanced at Karson’s face and turned his eyes to the road again. It would be another hour before he would find a safe place to hide the car and find another quick enough. He knew a guy who lived practically off the grid on this side of town. He just needed to show up and change the cars. “If you want to sleep, you can. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for the switch.” He said quietly. He didn’t think Karson would trust him enough to do what he was suggesting but they had had a long night with no sleep. He just wanted the man to be okay.
Karson shook his head. "That's never going to happen," he replied, "Especially not when we're on the road." He opened his eyes and turned them toward Nathaniel, just for a second. He then turned his eyes back to the road before them. His cheeks were red and puffy from the crying that he had done, and he could see it in the windshield before him. He sighed softly. He had always looked hideous after crying, not that he had done it often. He wished he had managed to keep it back this time too. Nathaniel was just a guy...
Nathaniel sighed. As he had suspected, Karson had decided to stay awake. He only glimpsed one half of the man’s red face. He looked adorable but Nathaniel couldn’t say anything. He cussed under his breath, wishing that stupid band of invaders had given him one more good day. He just wanted one more day to be okay with Karson. Why couldn’t he have that? He would have told the man, he just needed time. He sighed and rolled his eyes. The way he saw it, Karson would have hated him either way. He was just lucky that there wasn’t a bullet in his head. Even so, it felt like there was.
Karson sucked in a shaky breath. He wanted to cry again. Just thinking that Nathaniel was just a guy had him wanting to scream and bawl his eyes out. He wished the other man could console him and make it better, but he just didn't see how that would be possible. He didn't trust him anymore. He had put blind faith in a stranger and it had blown up in his face. He knew it was his own fault but he just wished it hadn't happened. He wished he could just trust someone for once in his life. He wished something in his life could just work out this one time. He had been so happy before this, so happy. He had cared and felt cared for. He had had amazing sex. He wanted that back but he just couldn't figure out how he could have it when every word Nathaniel said sounded like a threat or a lie.
After more minutes of driving in excruciating silence, Nathaniel pointed a finger to an upcoming turning. “There’s a turning up ahead. We’ll ditch this car at a friend’s. I didn’t notice anyone following us, did you?” he asked quietly. He was trying to stay level headed. He figured that if he did, perhaps he would be able to numb the pain a little bit. “We can hit the road again as soon as we get some supplies.” He was speaking even though he wasn’t sure he would get a reply. He felt weakened by this, by their sudden distance when hours before they had been holding onto each other so tightly, they might as well have been one. He bit his lip, biting back the tears. After all, he didn’t deserve to cry.
Karson sighed softly and nodded. "I haven't seen anyone following us yet, lucky for you," he replied. It was easier to be threatening, because then he wouldn't have to feel. "When we stop for supplies I'm bringing your cat with me, just to make sure that you don't leave me behind," he said after another moment or two of silence. Honestly, it wasn't all about having the collateral. He didn't want to be alone and he was actually growing quite fond of the cat on his lap. He had a feeling he was going to be attached to it for the rest of the journey.
Nathaniel sighed. Karson was still distrustful of him. “that’s alright. I’m fine with Cocktail being everywhere with you.” He said softly to the man, taking the turning. He had his reasons but he didn’t want to say anything to Karson then until they began being reasonable with each other again. The road fizzled off into a rough road which was hard on his car, this car which had belonged to his grandfather, which he loved but it was necessary for their survival. “Try not to intimidate my friend,” he said quietly. “and her kids.”
Karson gritted his teeth. He was tempted to let go of the cat after hearing Nathaniel's agreement, but he couldn't do it. He needed the damn cat just so that he didn't have some kind of panic attack. Then, when he heard Nathaniel's last words he turned to him and tried not to grit his teeth even harder. "I'm not an animal. I don't go around intimidating woman and children. I don't go around intimidating anyone on purpose. Stop acting like I'm a monster. It's my job to be cautious and hold a gun, it's not my fault that I can't trust anyone."
Nathaniel shook his head quickly. “I didn’t mean...Karson, I didn’t mean to imply that you were a monster. I meant...” he groaned. Why did he keep doing stupid things to irritate the man? He wasn’t even aware of them until his words had been read back to him that he realised that he was so stupid. “no, I mean, smile a little. I mean...you’re not an agent on high alert when we get there. You’re just Karson...my um...whatever you want to be.” Nathaniel bit his lip and sighed. “I’m sorry.” At this point, he wasn’t even sure what he was apologising for. “I also have to warn you, Peyton and I used to date...for a short while.”
Karson rolled his eyes. "Of course," he said, putting on a huge fake smile. "Well I would not like to be associated with you in any way. Just introduce me as Karson if you want to acknowledge me at all." He shook his head. "And you want me to smile and act like everything is just perfect? It's not. I don't want to smile. I have never felt less like smiling in my whole life." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was pissed, to say the least. "Going in to meet your ex, supposed to be pleasant around her children which could be yours for all I know. Though, apparently I'm not supposed to be an agent so maybe you've lied to her too and we can have something in common. I hope she broke your heart, though, instead of the other way around."
