#natticus

Nate glanced up from his cup, having spent a good part of the formal simply enjoying the music as he people-watched from the sides of the crowd. The empath couldn't remember the last time he's allowed himself to be surrounded by so many individuals in such a small space willingly, usually avoiding similar events due to his lack of empathetic control. Now though... it was easily one of the best perks to the loss of his empathy, a wound that was finally numbing as he realized the loss could also be a gain for the time being. His empathy had become a crutch in how he dealt with people, abusing it just as much as it abused him.

His eyes scanned the room, glancing over friend and foe alike, wondering what it would be like to have a connection with someone like many seemed. Okay. Maybe not that extreme, he thought, spotting two individual practically eating each other's faces. They were too far away to decipher who it was, which perhaps was a blessing in its own way.

His gaze wandered towards where he'd last see Ciaran and Atticus then, surprised when he locked eyes from across the room with the other human. Nate inhaled sharply, not breaking eye contact as he felt himself stand-- with a sudden want to go to the other.