Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man without the blood on his hands
A solemn nod is the only response Nate gives to his husbands always. He could argue it, he knows that for a fact, just like he knows this isn’t the time, the place to argue it. That he’s not in the right mind to argue it. Already his examples, his arguments are slipping away, replaced by a quiet, distant admiration for the pools. They looks peaceful, relaxing.
”Easy.” Nate repeats, a smirk spreading over his face now that the dangers passed, now that his husband can return to his arms. They spread dramatically, inviting the other man to run to him, some ridiculous movie moment that sounds like it’ll be fun, even if it isn’t exactly the best idea. Not with the glass jars in Sunjata’s hands, the pools of water that may as well be poison for how they’ll affect him all about.
With this task done, they can at least leave the climb, start back on the trek home, with a few detours. Better at least, than the grounds, and more on the way. ”Do we need anything else?”
”Easy.” Nate repeats, a smirk spreading over his face now that the dangers passed, now that his husband can return to his arms. They spread dramatically, inviting the other man to run to him, some ridiculous movie moment that sounds like it’ll be fun, even if it isn’t exactly the best idea. Not with the glass jars in Sunjata’s hands, the pools of water that may as well be poison for how they’ll affect him all about.
With this task done, they can at least leave the climb, start back on the trek home, with a few detours. Better at least, than the grounds, and more on the way. ”Do we need anything else?”
NATE
