Oh, how wrong we were to think That immortality meant never dying
Nate doesn’t quite realize he’s throwing up until he’s almost finished, muscle memory tipping him forwards just though to avoid getting anything on himself, the hands clasped in Sunjata’s pulling away so he can hold the other mans shoulder instead. Usually, he’s fine after one, good to stand up and keep going, but this just keeps coming, until there’s nothing left at all except a taste in his mouth that he spits to try and get rid of.
Rising again, Nate barely has a chance to sway before arms are around him, pulling him close. He sniffles, then huffs out a somehow not breathless laugh. ”Guess that means no water for meee.” It comes out a singsong, carefree trill, though the fact that he hasn’t been able to keep a drop in him is a touch concerning. Hands cling tighter to Sunjata, Nate tucking his head in.
At least he’s done better than Sam. It’s the second time in not that long that he’s seen the other ascended on the ground, in less than ideal circumstances.
Rising again, Nate barely has a chance to sway before arms are around him, pulling him close. He sniffles, then huffs out a somehow not breathless laugh. ”Guess that means no water for meee.” It comes out a singsong, carefree trill, though the fact that he hasn’t been able to keep a drop in him is a touch concerning. Hands cling tighter to Sunjata, Nate tucking his head in.
At least he’s done better than Sam. It’s the second time in not that long that he’s seen the other ascended on the ground, in less than ideal circumstances.
NATE
