[Hawke hadn't tried to text Nate. Not for lack of caring but just... not knowing what to say. So instead she just blindly gets up to go do something. To find him and... well she didn't know what she'd do. There wouldn't be anything to do. But she could at least be there.
Tony's shoulder collides with her own as they both try to move towards the garage and she's happy. Happy that he's had the same idea and happy that she doesn't have to do it all alone. She nods and follows him, allowing him to get on first and then swinging her leg over the back of the seat and wrapping her arms around his waist. Maybe a little tighter than necessary.]
And you thought it was stupid when I bought it.
[It's a shitty quip but it's all she's got right now.
So off they go on the great Nathan Drake Hunt of whatever year this is. They hit every spot in the city. Every street, shop, and tourist attraction in the first district. The big farms in the second (which is miserable because Hawke learns hay fever is a real thing apparently). Tony has to climb a rather comically large tree in the third district because Hawke insisted that her lack of upper arm strength made scaling more than a branch or two physically impossible. They wander around some buildings in the fourth district that are so deep the pressure hurts their ears. They hope that Nate might be in the fifth district because he's a nerd like that, but no one has seen someone who matches his description.
After what feels like every hour of the 22 waking hours on Thisavrou and the sun begins to set, they turn around to head back home exhausted, frustrated, and just... numb. Hawke finds herself nearly nodding off against Tony's shoulder and has to keep jerking herself awake. She's tired but the heaviness of the situation, made worse because they weren't able to find Nate, weighs on her. She wants to just drink and sleep and hope that she can't remember any dreams and will have escaped 8 miserable hours.]
...He'll come back eventually, right? He wouldn't sleep in a tree or something like that. That's pushing it, even for him.
[It's said more to the ether than it is to Tony but as they pull into the garage, he's really the only one to hear it anyway.]
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Tony's shoulder collides with her own as they both try to move towards the garage and she's happy. Happy that he's had the same idea and happy that she doesn't have to do it all alone. She nods and follows him, allowing him to get on first and then swinging her leg over the back of the seat and wrapping her arms around his waist. Maybe a little tighter than necessary.]
And you thought it was stupid when I bought it.
[It's a shitty quip but it's all she's got right now.
So off they go on the great Nathan Drake Hunt of whatever year this is. They hit every spot in the city. Every street, shop, and tourist attraction in the first district. The big farms in the second (which is miserable because Hawke learns hay fever is a real thing apparently). Tony has to climb a rather comically large tree in the third district because Hawke insisted that her lack of upper arm strength made scaling more than a branch or two physically impossible. They wander around some buildings in the fourth district that are so deep the pressure hurts their ears. They hope that Nate might be in the fifth district because he's a nerd like that, but no one has seen someone who matches his description.
After what feels like every hour of the 22 waking hours on Thisavrou and the sun begins to set, they turn around to head back home exhausted, frustrated, and just... numb. Hawke finds herself nearly nodding off against Tony's shoulder and has to keep jerking herself awake. She's tired but the heaviness of the situation, made worse because they weren't able to find Nate, weighs on her. She wants to just drink and sleep and hope that she can't remember any dreams and will have escaped 8 miserable hours.]
...He'll come back eventually, right? He wouldn't sleep in a tree or something like that. That's pushing it, even for him.
[It's said more to the ether than it is to Tony but as they pull into the garage, he's really the only one to hear it anyway.]