just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed
Now that it's started, hilarity is easy to reach for, another soft snort leaving Nate at the worry, the apology. You're not going to say anything worth apologizing for. There's no doubt in his mind about that. Granted, this is going to be a different high than last time, but even then, there had been nothing to apologize for. Fingers move to brush through the short crop of hair on Sunjata's head, one of the few places that feels safe to caress at the moment. Every now and then, Nate sees the darkening bruise growing in the corner of his eyes, and he tries to press yet more guilt down, tries to make up for it with tight arms and gentle touches.
At least it's not just him who seems to be discomforted by the prospect of spending a night in crisis in the upper rooms of the boxing ring again. While Nate knows moving right now isn't necessarily the best course of action, it's hard to argue with the call of home. He stands smoothly, hands coming out to steady Sunjata, to hold onto his hips so Nate can lean in and gently press his forehead to his husbands, trying to press the feeling of a kiss through the bond.
He follows Sunjata down the steps; Nate grabbing his shirt and pulling it back on, if only so his hands are free to take what's in the other's hands, tucking the earrings safely in a pocket, and draping the shirt around his neck. The last thing he gathers is the box with the crossbow, tucked securely under one arm while Nate presses in close against his husband, slipping under his arm while wrapping his own around the attuned. It's one of the rare moments Nate is glad for the inches of height between them, that difference making it all the easier to slip into this place. It's silent support, but support nonetheless, Nate happy to lead them home together.
Done~
At least it's not just him who seems to be discomforted by the prospect of spending a night in crisis in the upper rooms of the boxing ring again. While Nate knows moving right now isn't necessarily the best course of action, it's hard to argue with the call of home. He stands smoothly, hands coming out to steady Sunjata, to hold onto his hips so Nate can lean in and gently press his forehead to his husbands, trying to press the feeling of a kiss through the bond.
He follows Sunjata down the steps; Nate grabbing his shirt and pulling it back on, if only so his hands are free to take what's in the other's hands, tucking the earrings safely in a pocket, and draping the shirt around his neck. The last thing he gathers is the box with the crossbow, tucked securely under one arm while Nate presses in close against his husband, slipping under his arm while wrapping his own around the attuned. It's one of the rare moments Nate is glad for the inches of height between them, that difference making it all the easier to slip into this place. It's silent support, but support nonetheless, Nate happy to lead them home together.
Done~
it's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy
of feeding and it's wholly untrue
NATE
