'cause karma's just a different word for bad luck &
It’s not awkwardness, not discomfort, but something keeps Nate from responding again, from talking any more about the arrangement they’ve made, the favour he’s going to try and do. The well wishes earn Sam a nod, and then a stretch of silence, before Nate is poking fingers in places he shouldn’t.
It’s not as much fun as it once was, the scandalized reaction only making Nate quirk a brow, considering.
A tired laugh heaves it’s way out of Nate, his gaze suddenly older, a million miles away. ”Don’t get all twisted. I know you’re not the type to do this on purpose.” The weight of what he’d agreed to seemed to suddenly drag on him all at once, his shoulders slumped, his grin struggling. The deep breath he takes is grounding, as is the stretch, but once he’s finished, when he looks up at Sam again, it’s as if they hadn’t spoken of dark and blood soaked things at all.
”I’ll see you around Sam.” Comes the gruff call, thrown over Nate’s shoulder after he turns, wanting to find his husband again, wanting to go home.
Fin
It’s not as much fun as it once was, the scandalized reaction only making Nate quirk a brow, considering.
A tired laugh heaves it’s way out of Nate, his gaze suddenly older, a million miles away. ”Don’t get all twisted. I know you’re not the type to do this on purpose.” The weight of what he’d agreed to seemed to suddenly drag on him all at once, his shoulders slumped, his grin struggling. The deep breath he takes is grounding, as is the stretch, but once he’s finished, when he looks up at Sam again, it’s as if they hadn’t spoken of dark and blood soaked things at all.
”I’ll see you around Sam.” Comes the gruff call, thrown over Nate’s shoulder after he turns, wanting to find his husband again, wanting to go home.
Fin
what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
NATE
