NATE
Usually, when he gets to points like this, something in him shuts down, some defence mechanism. A voice in his screaming at him to stand up straight, to not show weakness, to not fucking cry, or he’d get something worth crying over. That doesn’t happen now though. Nate just cracks, threatening to break inwardly, held up only by the tight clench of his hands in Sunjata’s clothes. By the hands that run up his arms to his face, wiping away a tear and rubbing comfort into his tight jaw.
His husbands hands on him are enough to loosen his tight grip, hands smoothing against Sunjata’s skin instead and holding him close. There’s still a tightness in Nate’s arms, a silent assurance that he will not actually be letting go anytime soon.
A huff leaves him, Nate working his jaw and releasing a tremble now that there aren’t hands there to feel it. Warmth washes through the bond, love without condition, without exception, infecting Nate’s tone with no small measure of shaky joy. Good. I wanna do a good job taking care of you. He all but stumbles though his own accent, through a thick lump in his through that should have no bearing at all on the silent words. I don’t think I’d want to be here without you.
Another shift, this one the easiest to follow after, the kindest to step into so far. Soft enough to fall asleep on? Nate hums softly through the bond. He is still a fragile, cracking thing, but part of holding Sunjata is Sunjata holding him back, holding him together. There’s just enough sense left in his mind to not sag and lean in too heavily against his husband. I’ll be here the whole time. As if in agreement, Haai snuggles closer as well, and even Pemota lends her warm weight to their pile.
It’s the perfect place to fall asleep, and even Nate finds himself drifting in a way he so often doesn’t, somehow more at peace than he’s been for a while. He’s glad to enjoy it, while it lasts.
Done~
His husbands hands on him are enough to loosen his tight grip, hands smoothing against Sunjata’s skin instead and holding him close. There’s still a tightness in Nate’s arms, a silent assurance that he will not actually be letting go anytime soon.
A huff leaves him, Nate working his jaw and releasing a tremble now that there aren’t hands there to feel it. Warmth washes through the bond, love without condition, without exception, infecting Nate’s tone with no small measure of shaky joy. Good. I wanna do a good job taking care of you. He all but stumbles though his own accent, through a thick lump in his through that should have no bearing at all on the silent words. I don’t think I’d want to be here without you.
Another shift, this one the easiest to follow after, the kindest to step into so far. Soft enough to fall asleep on? Nate hums softly through the bond. He is still a fragile, cracking thing, but part of holding Sunjata is Sunjata holding him back, holding him together. There’s just enough sense left in his mind to not sag and lean in too heavily against his husband. I’ll be here the whole time. As if in agreement, Haai snuggles closer as well, and even Pemota lends her warm weight to their pile.
It’s the perfect place to fall asleep, and even Nate finds himself drifting in a way he so often doesn’t, somehow more at peace than he’s been for a while. He’s glad to enjoy it, while it lasts.
Done~
Deep down, it hurts to know
How bad I wanna call it quits
How bad I wanna call it quits
