Nathan POV
"Hold back? Don't be silly. What you hold back too much ends up blowing up and the first time you fuck up this whole show falls off the stage. You know that."
"That's not going to happen, stop being a bird of ill omen, man."
"I'm not being a bird of ill omen, I'm being promising. I'm warning you about the future buddy."
"Well that better not be the future, or else I'm going to die, Mike. The fucking disappointment kills me" Now the anguish is in my chest and the blond just shakes his head from side to side in reproach: "By the way, what were you doing with Emily, blond?"
"When I got there she was already at the door, I asked her how she had arrived and apparently Blake, the guy from the party, had brought her."
"Blake? Your Blake?"
She rolls her eyes a second time and nods.
"You're such a sucker when you go all dominant male Nathan, relax your ass cheeks, old man. That's not the motherfucker I remember as my brother."
