#lostwithintime

He reappeared in some forest of sort, in the middle of nowhere. the air so cold his breath was visible, but it didn’t matter, not to him. He sank down, back against a tree, exhausted, hurt, silent tears running down his cheeks but having no will to teleport to shelter, his magic whirled around him, kicking up snow, swaying the trees and cutting branches, like it wished to protect him from harm but unable to protect him from himself.

"Regret you?" Well now, that got a clear confused look out of Nolan. He didn't even consider the possibility. He took a drag from his joint as he spend a moment to try and think up a few reasons to why Shu would say such a thing, not that he could think that clearly at that moment. “Yeah...no, I don’t see how that’s could happen...” his eyes shifted up in thought, lifting a hand and pointing a finger, maybe he could think of one thing or two. “Unless ye like... I don’t know. Try and feed me pumpkin or eggplant again. yuck.” He pulled a face in disgust and lowered his hand. But honestly it was doubtful he’d actually regret Shura unless he tried to kill him or something. “That would... probably do it.  So like...” He reach to give the other a pat on the shoulder or arm or whatever he could reach. “Don’t do that and it won’t happen. yeah?” Anyway to get out of eating veggies really.

"Huh?” Nolan expressed  his confusion in a rather animated expression from behind cover before he dashed out and forward to grab the bag of goodies they were in the mids of stealing, swinging it over a shoulder and sliding behind the same cover Shura was behind. The sound of a few bullets smacked against the wall behind him and had him twitch in response, a guard trying desperately to stop the robbery. “Fuck.” Nolan exhaled, his fear of getting shot apparent in his reaction. “Ye really know how to pick the perfect time to apologize don’t ye?” He lowered his mask and held out an hand so he could teleport them out of there as planned. “Mind if we take this somewhere more private?”

Nolan flinched as he touched his own busted lip before taking a swig of a bottle of Jack Daniels he had found in under the sink. He was kind of zoned out as he sat on the balcony of the apartment, bottle in one hand, rolled smoke in the other. His feet was up on his seat, arms resting on his knees, and eyes on the horizon, watching the sun set. Shu was near and although they had some idle chit-chat and greeting beforehand not much was said. Nolan kind of knew something was up though. He could feel Shu's eyes on him, as if he was trying to analyze how badly Nolan had gotten hurt this time, and by whom or how. But it was one of those days where Nolan didn’t want to get into it, he just wanted to catch a break, regain some will and energy before going out again. After all he did agree to go out with Shu that night. Shu’s words surfaced no real reaction from the young Witch, other than a side glance before he took another swig. “I know.” Nolan mumbled in return and took a drag from his cig before killing it in the ash tray on the side, exhaling the smoke, watching the smoke dance in the soft breeze. His tone sounded awfully down, and the moment the words left his lips he felt he needed to fix it. Change the mood or... something. He gave Shu a look again, peeking over his arm with half a smile and eyes slightly narrowed as he lifted the bottle with his free arm, giving it a shake. “Care to catch up? Trade ye for a bite to eat.” Funny ,trying to trade Shu with his own things.

Suppose when it came to mornings though he’s had worse starts.

Nolan had to do a double-take, one moment Shu was right there next to him the next he was gone, no wait, on the floor. The sight had the Witch unintentional let out a single "Ha." The hilarity of it for once being Shu on the ground and not him was just too funny not to. He did feel a little ping of guilt though and moved to lend an arm to help the other up. "Yea, the fuck'in floor right. Bastard." he tried to smooth it over.

He had caught a nightmare and in mid panic threw himself a few feet to the side into the damn table. Took him a moment to collect his thoughts, Shu's question from one of the bedrooms having him scramble to his feet, glass shifting under him. "Nothin'!" He called out, rather disorientated and trying to step out of the mess he created, glass cracking under his feet. "Ow" He mumbled, trying to get to the couch in the dark. "It's fine!" he tried to reassure as he plonked back into his safe spot on the couch, a terrible ache shooting up the back of his head. It was then he noticed the ring still on his finger, grumbling as he pulled it free and lobbed it to the side. He should have known better, what a rookie mistake.