Nathaniel: Sweet baby Jesus. I think I could die in this bed and be happy...
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Heh. Good morning... Are we still locked in?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): I don't think so. Wanna pretend we are?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Heh. Yes. Yes, I do. C'mere.
A couple hours later:
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Jesus ... This is so fucked. I can remember being here with you before. I know I haven't, but ...
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Nate, instead of worrying about this other life you keep remembering that we had, how about we just live in the here & now?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): I'm trying it's just... Well, for one, I feel fucking nuts. It's kinda weird having to try to sort your fucking memories by what actually fucking happened, and what you remember happening. And for two... I'm trying not to think about here & now.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): You know, you can talk to me about this stuff. I know this sounds strange, but I feel like whatever is going on... It would be better to be with you than without you. And, that for some reason I believe that Miss Zoe is telling the truth & that we need to help her fix it.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): ... I don't mean to keep fucking harping on this, but you know what you're saying, right? I'm not the safest guy to know. I wasn't shitting you before. People don't fucking quit CLANNG.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... Yes. And, if you can remember things about me, than you should know that I'm not without skills of my own.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. More than that, I read your fucking file. :-P
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Talk to Mrs. Esterly. I think she has something up her sleeve.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Sorry I keep asking it's just... Hiiri is fucking terrifying. She's gonna take me going AWOL real damn personal. Heh. I don't fucking doubt it. Um, but yeah... I'll talk to her.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Good... Wait. Not right now! Get back here.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. What? Why?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): I'm not done with you, yet. ;-)
Nathaniel (to Aiden): You're not done with me? Heh. Them's some bold words, Lord Wilkes.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Oh? You think so?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Yeah. I'd say so.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): C'mere you.
Several hours later:
Mrs. Esterly (to Nathaniel): Oh. Hello, Mr. Nate. Was there something you needed, dear?
Nathaniel (to Mrs. Esterly): Oh. Um, yeah. I mean, no. I mean... Fuck. Aiden suggested I speak to you, cause... He, um, he asked me not to leave. And if I don't, I mean, if I stay, the people who are going to be looking for me are...
Mrs. Esterly (to Nathaniel): Oh, I already know, dear. Master Aiden asked you to speak to me because he suspects I have a plan; am I right?
Nathaniel (to Mrs. Esterly): Oh. Um, yes.
Mrs. Esterly (to Nathaniel): Hee hee. He would be right. I have a bit more research to do tonight, but I will have some questions for you. Bright & early. You'd best try to get some sleep before then, dear.
Nathaniel (to Mrs. Esterly): Yes, ma'am. I, uh, I know it ain't worth much, but I appreciate the hospitality. I know I don't really deserve...
Mrs. Esterly (to Nathaniel): Here you are. A nice cup of warm milk. Take that upstairs and get some rest. Good night, Mr. Nate. I'll speak to you later.
Nathaniel (to Mrs. Esterly): Oh! Uh... Yes, ma'am. I'll see you tomorrow.
