That gets a laugh out of Nate. It’s one of those possible questions that seem like the logical answer could be ‘of course electricity and running water sealed it for me’ but Nate knows that Bunny wouldn’t believe it. That running water would not be the tipping point for dealing with company that was at times was awfully judgmental about his upbringing, his beard, the plaid, his…drinking. They all assumed he was some hick from the highlands. Some Scotsman that didn’t have an ounce of breeding. Wouldn’t they be surprised to learn that he was worth more than most of them combined. But see? All the Quinn families vast fortune meant shit in these times. Money was just as useful as toilet paper. It was strange for him that people still labeled themselves as rich and poor. It blew his god damn mind.
“Bode’s in town.” That’s how he starts and he finishes it by adding, “he asked me to look over a few people stuck there.” Now, he realizes that this answer is going to alight new questions from Bunny but the clipped end should give her an indicator that he’s going to wait to fill her in. Bode’s business is the last thing on his mind right now. The only thing he wants is to get her into his room with the door closed and then?…and then…he’ll improvise. He’s not sure if he wants to tear her clothes off or snuggle with clothes on. He’s not sure if they should talk for hours first or if he should kiss her for hours with short conversations in between. He’s not even sure that those are the thoughts she’s having either. Maybe he’s being selfish. Maybe he’s being greedy. All he knows is that after he has a drink it will all reveal itself. Maybe while she’s in the shower he’ll figure it all out.
He looks over at her. There’s still enough light in the day that he still has a view of her. The profile that he’s memorized. He’d dreamed of her every night and then when he woke he’d have to go through a withdrawal until they could meet again the next night. The only pictures he has of her are film and he hadn’t been able to view any f them until he arrived at the Capitol, until he could recharge some of his equipment or find battery pacts for the things that had no more juice left.
The truck is parked just where it always is and he pauses there with the motor running, just looking at her. He can’t even move to kiss her again. He can only stare at her with this sappy, silly smile on his face. He hopes there isn’t some unwieldy paperwork to deal with. He’s anxious. “You’re my beauty. “ he says to her and then without another word he’s out, grabbing some stuff, her stuff, then coming over to the other side to meet her there. “Ye have ye ID ready? They’ll want it.”