When Nat snaps at him, there's the smallest bit of a drop of relief in Emre's shoulders; even before he processes her words, her tone means that she is genuinely bothered. His brain catches up, though, and he's a little less pleased, mostly because he feels guilty. It's still better than her continuing to play detached.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he once again takes his time in replying. The idea of trying to do any of this sober makes him feel ill. "I'm allowed to've been scared of doing this," he challenges, sounding more petulant than he wants. "I'm not..." Doing well. He trails off, feeling afraid of judgement and equally afraid of pity.
"I'm going to let you get back to your shit. Just wanted to establish... something."
Nat's brow creases with concern as she clocks a number of different directions that unfinished statement could have gone, none of them particularly good. Emre looks better than the last time she'd truly seen him in a lot of ways, but worse in others and no matter what Nat's feelings are towards all of this, the urge to reach out and fix what's bothering him hasn't waned.
She sighs, wrapping her arms around herself. "We'll talk," she assures him, less detached than she'd been before. It's not a warm welcoming, but Nat's gaze is a gentle reassurance when she meets his.
It's something, Emre figures, even though he's feeling pretty miserable about all of it; for the moment, he's not sure if this is better or worse than how he felt just avoiding her. He watches her for a long moment, frowning, before giving a short nod, pulling his gaze away so that he can crawl back to Henry with his tail between his legs.
"Don't freeze your ass off, Nat." With that he turns to leave, going to properly deposit his cup in the garbage before heading back inside.
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OTHER WHITNEY AREAS: Emre & Nat
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he once again takes his time in replying. The idea of trying to do any of this sober makes him feel ill. "I'm allowed to've been scared of doing this," he challenges, sounding more petulant than he wants. "I'm not..." Doing well. He trails off, feeling afraid of judgement and equally afraid of pity.
"I'm going to let you get back to your shit. Just wanted to establish... something."
OTHER WHITNEY AREAS: Emre & Nat
She sighs, wrapping her arms around herself. "We'll talk," she assures him, less detached than she'd been before. It's not a warm welcoming, but Nat's gaze is a gentle reassurance when she meets his.
OTHER WHITNEY AREAS: Emre & Nat
"Don't freeze your ass off, Nat." With that he turns to leave, going to properly deposit his cup in the garbage before heading back inside.