Uncharted: Memories
By Obrusnine
Last Edited: October 18th, 2012 fD
Drinks
2 Weeks after Seekers
Nate sat at the bar with a defeated look on his face as he downed a beer. Someone pulled up a seat next to him and sat down, but Nate didn't look to see who it was, instead choosing to keep looking at his drink. He was startled as a hand landed on his shoulder from whoever sat beside him, he started to spring up ready to fight whoever had touched him, but when he looked up… he found his Godfather Tom.
"What? Tom? What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I came to see my Godson obviously." Tom said smiling. "Elena told me you were here."
"Eh… I should've guessed." Nate replied with a shrug.
"I quit the SAS." Tom said as he ordered a beer of his own.
"Again?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to come back and live in America now that you're here and I can see you without the Templar's executing you."
"How do you know they won't?" Nate asked. "No matter how effective the Seekers are, their plans will take months to come to fruition."
"Well, either way. You can defend yourself in ways you couldn't when you were five." Tom replied.
"Good point." He replied.
"So why are you here sitting in this non-descript bar in the middle of nowhere instead of being with your wife?" Tom asked. Nate didn't answer this right away, watching the last of his beer slosh around in the bottom of his bottle. "Hm?"
"Memories." Nate finally answered.
"The bad ones I'm guessing…?"
"I guess that's what happens when someone you care about dies. The good memories turn into bad ones."
"Victor Sullivan?"
"Yea."
"I'll drink to that." Tom said popping the cap off of his own beer and throwing it back as Nate requested another.
"Did… did you feel like this when my Godmother died?" Nate asked. He hesitated a bit as it was a pretty personal question and even though recent events had made Nate acquire a respect and even love of the man; he hadn't known him for very long. Tom closed his eyes in response. "Sorry…"
"No, it's alright." Tom said opening his eyes and looking at him. "It's just I try not to talk about her too much. It's painful. I did by the way. It's always hard when a loved one dies. You have to push ahead and take care of the ones that are still alive… and try to make sure the same thing doesn't happen to them."
Nate popped the cap off of his second beer and raised it towards Tom.
"Now that's something I'll drink to. To Dad, to Sully, and to every innocent person whose died in this mess." Nate said. Tom nodded and clinked his own bottle of beer against Nate's before they both threw their bottles back simultaneously.