The words fuck and Marcy always sounded like a good idea when combined. 

But that was a long time ago. It was a senator and a presidential term ago. A lot of stuff happened since then, things Marcy would never understand, nor was he able to help her understand. The world wasn’t black and white anymore. Nathan couldn’t “Just see what happens”, like his soul wanted him to. He couldn’t just be in it for the experience like he once was. This was bigger than him. Even though Marcy made him forget it, he was a leader. It was an annoyance that was always present.

She could see his life wearing on him, represented in the worry lines across his skin. Nathan frowned and then relaxed his face, wondering if they had gone away now, if his forehead was smooth again. Probably not. Those lines were reinforced every second of every day. But, Nathan often forgot how lucky he was. His secret service was very lenient and allowed him to leave their sight quite often per his request. He had them to thank for these moments alone with her.

“As much as I try to be off the grid, it’s hard for people to get enough of me,” he couldn’t help himself. As if they followed him around because they liked him or cared about him.
Nathan moved over to the window. She was pretty high up. Curiously, he checked the engineering of the windows, but you couldn’t open them. Figures. 

“Your brother seems worried,” he fibbed. He didn’t seem unconcerned, per se, but Alan never felt overly affectionate or brotherly towards his sister. Perhaps that’s why he was able to remain friends with Nathan when he knew without a shadow of a doubt he was sleeping with his sister in the next room over. Though, to most it might seem wrong, Nathan was more brotherly to Marlene than Alan. A really weird and dysfunctional sibling relationship with a lot of kissing. 

No matter their past, she could [i]not[/i] stay in his house. With Alina. It would be on the cover of every magazine within days. And he might be castrated by every feminism group he’s done so much work with. “Yeah, it’s pretty big but a lot of it is open for the public. We only occupy about a fourth of it.” He would tell her later that she wasn’t staying with him. Is that really what she wanted? Sure, he could afford every meal and mortgage for her for the rest of her life, probably even her drugs, too, but she wouldn’t want to be so reliant on someone. Especially someone in as bad of a political spot for a personal relationship such as himself. 

Nathaniel turned back to her now, grabbing a black duffel off the bed and slinging it over his shoulder. She didn’t seem to have too many belongings with her. Just two bags, one being a very small purse. Alina had purses that looked like that, with a lot higher price tag. “You ready?”