He hadn't registered the gun, but when he did. It had already came and gone, through and through. He turned with the force, landing the wounded shoulder onto a chair and rulling off onto the hard wood floor. He rasped, breathing heavy, he pulled his knees up slightly and started panicking slightly. He couldn't bring himself to say anothing, he whined slightly, watching her walk out. Clarity hit him pretty hard, leaving him full of regret and bleeding out on the floor.

The little whine I cant-))

Tempe was filled with regret as soon as she started flying. The entire situation made her feel like less than shit. She flew for around two minutes to calm herself down and make sure she wouldn't shoot him again when she walked back in. The cool air helped, and so did touching the little border collie charm on her necklace. She was back within five minutes of leaving, tentatively leaning against the wall outside and taking a deep breath before she started in toward him. "I'm not very sorry." She huffed, kneeling beside him. "But I decided that even though you're stupid I like it better when you're alive. Mainly because you bought me a necklace." She huffed, feeling that it was nescessary to explain her reasoning.

Nate had decided that those few simple moments were the second longest ones in his entire life. He had drug himself toward a wall so he could sit up. He was fighting quite hard not to go pass out. But he still flinched as she got close, the wince on his face looked distinctly more like a grimace of fear than pain, gently moving away from her. "Wait," his coice was soft, strained. He held up a hand with it.

Tempe watched him, looking miserably alarmed at the expression of fear on his face. He wasn't afraid of her, was he? "Nate, I didn't mean that- I really am sorry-" She started, a panicked tone of voice.

Nate took a heavy breath, listening to how she was starting to speak. "No, I'm sorry." He said in a vague tone. "And- and I lied." He added sheepishly. Sitting up slightly. He looked a little bit more reassured by how caring she sounded.

Tempe gently ran her hand over his shoulder, the wound slowly starting to knit back together under her palm. She tilted her head in concern at him, frowning. "You should be. But I should be too. In any case, I forgive you." She huffed softly. "About what?" She asked carefully, leveling a somewhat suspicious expression at him.

nate let his head hang for a moment as she touched his wound. "I did date someone for a long time. She was a hunter's daughter. It went on for a year. But she died. To werewolves." He pulled his head back up and let it rest on the wall. His skin was getting color back in it. "So if you wanted to know why I'm so good at putting necklaces on, there you go." He smiled slightly.

Tempe blinked at him, tilting her head at him. "Oh?" She said lightly, unsure of how to react. "I'm sorry about that." She said softly, offering him a faint smile and sitting down with her legs crossed. "That explains alot. Did she like jewelry?" She asked tentatively, brushing her thumb gently over the place his wound had been.

Nate pulled a knee up, atill tired as all get out but at least it didn't hurt anymore. He smiled up at her slightly. "She did. Wanted to be on her good side? Necklaces and bracelets. Hakf worried the whole time we hunted together her accessories were gonna clink like a metal chain the whole time." He said lightly. He reached uo and put his hand on hers. He moved it and looked at his shoulder. "Son of a bitch." He was staring at the hole in his n e w jacket.

Tempe offered him a slight smile in return, listening to him speak about the girl inquisitively as she leaned against the wall beside him. "What was her name?" She asked softly, watching him. She drew her hand away from him gently as he moved it, tilting her head. She winced at the hole in his jacket. "Oh, I'm so sorry- I'll get you a new one." She started, frowning at the hole in the leather.