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[locked to people who know Elena Fisher]

elena's dead

[....yeah that's all. Odds are good that Nate will not want to reply to questions, condolences or comments regarding the recent tragedy, though Chloe Frazer might. However, he can be found...]

wandering; Once the shock has passed—if it ever does—Nate wanders for hours. Fuck, maybe days, he doesn't know. He just doesn't want to go back to the house in Region 1 where she isn't.

Eventually he finds himself in a well-wooded park. For lack of anything else to do, he climbs a tree.

at home; When he finally does make it back, Nate parks his ass on the couch, where he'll be sleeping until—well, he can't count on there being an "until." Maybe he'll just live on the couch forever. Sorry, Pepper, Varric, etc.

at the ingress complex; Nate comes by the facility a couple of times, to ask for news or if they can guarantee that they'll be able to bring her back, because he knows that people have returned, and he knows that they don't always.

He walks away both times, unable to stand it if the answer is no.]

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[ Tony isn't as forward as Hawke, and finds himself feeling considerably more lost. The reality of the situation is starting to settle over him like a terrifying weight. Part of him wants to bolt and find Pepper right this second, hold onto her and never let ago.

But a bigger part knows Nate needs people the most right now.

After a long moment, he settles a heavy hand on Nate's shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze. There's not much else he can offer, other than hey man, we're right here. ]

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[For a minute or so, it's like Nate doesn't even realize they're still here.

But then there's a small twitch to his hand. A drop to his shoulder. And slowly, slowly, the trembling eases and then stops. He's not holding back sobs of grief or rage anymore.

It's not better. It can't be, when Elena died painfully and left him here alone and there's nothing he can do about either of those facts. But with Hawke and Tony on both sides of him, solid and alive and making him a little less alone, maybe he's a little better.

Eventually, he's able to lift himself back up and rest against the couch, exhaustion writ in all of his features. He doesn't speak, but he doesn't let go of Hawke's hand of shrug off Tony. It's enough to send a message.

Don't go.]