![]() Nate did hide himself from everyone except Trish and Damien, and the few friends he had here in the city. No matter how he looked at it, Nate couldn’t deny there was truth in what Damien had said. His thoughts swirled as he contemplated Damien’s words from earlier in the evening. He rolled to the other side and pulled the sheet over his shoulder, to ward off the chill of the air conditioning. It only added to his frustration as he watched the numbers slowly tick over. ![]() Every minute or so he found his eyes opening and taking in the dimness of the hotel room and the annoying light of the clock. THE DIGITAL clock emitted a dull light that flashed every time Nate lifted his eyelids. Nate didn’t think he’d be getting much sleep that night. Although Nate wasn’t in the right frame of mind to continue the discussion, he almost didn’t want to let the topic drop, wanting to know that Damien understood where he was coming from. Nate nodded, reluctant because it seemed Damien was content to let the conversation be finished, but it seemed so much was unresolved. ![]() How about we finish up here and head back to the hotel? Things will look better in the morning, and it’ll probably do us both a world of good to get a good night’s sleep after the late night last night and all the running around today.” ![]() “Why are we arguing? I don’t want to argue with you, Damien. “And you know that I don’t agree with you.” ![]()
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