with heaven on my mind, and hell, well i believe
"Well you can go back and figure it out later." Nate retorts quickly, not an ounce of pity in his voice, despite the whine. It's an easy topic he'd like to linger on, but his own actions drag them along, the blades sitting in his field of vision like an impossible to ignore reminder. He had said he'd help, and he would, though the whole situation was concerning, Sunjata giving himself over to something beyond his control so easily.
At least it was in character, he supposed.
The suggestion has a rough chuckle leaving Nate, his hand reaching up and back, to cup the back of Sunjata's head, pull him closer. "You know me so well." He purrs, turning to press a kiss against the other mans cheek before releasing him entirely. Nate grabs the daggers, unable to tell which is which, and offers them out, along with his empty left hand, palm offered up towards the other man.
At least it was in character, he supposed.
The suggestion has a rough chuckle leaving Nate, his hand reaching up and back, to cup the back of Sunjata's head, pull him closer. "You know me so well." He purrs, turning to press a kiss against the other mans cheek before releasing him entirely. Nate grabs the daggers, unable to tell which is which, and offers them out, along with his empty left hand, palm offered up towards the other man.
in the stage lights, come down, breaking over me
NATE
