maybe you don't understand what i'm going through
He’s not alone in the room for long, a fact that is at least a little bit comforting. ”Oh thank god there’s more people here. Are you uh, also not yourself?” He knew he wasn’t the only one struggling that particular ailment, not-Melita trailing along behind him he’s sure, but if there’s more, it seems a touch less worrying somehow.
Though, speaking of Not-Melita, a familiar word in an unfamiliar voice calls out, Nate’s head snapping up, eyes landing uncertainly on the only other woman in the room, though her attention seemed to have slipped to someone else. Had he been mistaken? Just hearing things?
Catching sight of his own face is far more interesting, Nate watching himself with amusement, a feeling that only grows as he walks towards himself. And when ‘he’ speaks, the grin on Nate’s face growing so wide and sharp he can feel his cheeks start to ache.
Finally Nate gets to live his secret guilty dream of looking down at his husband, though the effect is somewhat ruined by the fact that it’s his own face he’s looking at. A Pyrrhic victory is still a technical victory though. You’re so fucking lucky sonskyn. Theres something in the way Sunjata’s face twists that is unmistakably Nate, a quirk in his brows, the twist in his lips. Look at how good I look. Even for him though, it’s strange to reach out and grab his own strangely cool face.
Though, speaking of Not-Melita, a familiar word in an unfamiliar voice calls out, Nate’s head snapping up, eyes landing uncertainly on the only other woman in the room, though her attention seemed to have slipped to someone else. Had he been mistaken? Just hearing things?
Catching sight of his own face is far more interesting, Nate watching himself with amusement, a feeling that only grows as he walks towards himself. And when ‘he’ speaks, the grin on Nate’s face growing so wide and sharp he can feel his cheeks start to ache.
Finally Nate gets to live his secret guilty dream of looking down at his husband, though the effect is somewhat ruined by the fact that it’s his own face he’s looking at. A Pyrrhic victory is still a technical victory though. You’re so fucking lucky sonskyn. Theres something in the way Sunjata’s face twists that is unmistakably Nate, a quirk in his brows, the twist in his lips. Look at how good I look. Even for him though, it’s strange to reach out and grab his own strangely cool face.
it's only me, what you got to lose?
Nate?
