scratch, kick, let gravity win

NATE

All at once, Nate knows what was wrong with his attempt at comforting words earlier. It's not quite enough, the kind of thing you think you should say, instead of letting someone wallow, or be upset. Not that the attempt isn't appreciated, but its the touches that really help, the way he is dragged up into a closer embrace. It's telling that he doesn't try to shift or pull away, that he leans into the hand so close to his face, even as his eyes dip in something that feels an awful lot like shame.

"Thank you." Nate sighs the words softly, then snorts. "It's better than the nothing everyone else did, I guess. It still... I don't think it will ever feel like enough, but... nothing can change what happened now." One of his arms shifts, moving up so it's curled around the back of Sunjata's neck, a perch to hang off, close enough that an idle finger can stroke along the attuned's cheekbone. "It was kinda nice to come here. Like starting all fresh, so I can step in a different tangle of shit." It's not clear if Nate's just pressing the subject along to move away from it, or if something has genuinely lifted off his back, but he's done with the sad sack topic for now. As much as he possibly can be at least. Whether it stuck or not wasn't up to him.

But it takes someone to come around to show you how

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