( Expecting it and seeing it are two different things. He chucks the ball, he watches its momentum stop before it ever crosses into Nate's personal space, and his mind takes a half second too long to comprehend it.
As soon as it locks into place, there's a lurch of relief somewhere deep and private inside him.
Nate had powers before, he knows. Flipping the statistics on dice rolls isn't anything to scoff at, it's just intangible math beyond Ian's ability to calculate when thinking in terms of Nate's safety.
This is way more solid. This is something he can factor in a little more concretely.
Back in New Amsterdam this might've come with jokes, with a matching lightness like that night on his couch when everything felt bright. Now it comes with an immediate sharp, discerning curiosity. )
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As soon as it locks into place, there's a lurch of relief somewhere deep and private inside him.
Nate had powers before, he knows. Flipping the statistics on dice rolls isn't anything to scoff at, it's just intangible math beyond Ian's ability to calculate when thinking in terms of Nate's safety.
This is way more solid. This is something he can factor in a little more concretely.
Back in New Amsterdam this might've come with jokes, with a matching lightness like that night on his couch when everything felt bright. Now it comes with an immediate sharp, discerning curiosity. )
How much can it handle?