if you really don't mind, take me as i am, take me as i am, when you get a chance
take your time, i understand, believe me when i say i carry all my sins
take your time, i understand, believe me when i say i carry all my sins
If circumstances were just a little different, maybe Nate would have noticed the reaction Sunjata has, maybe he would have found the bruise. But his eyes are squeezing closed tightly, blocking out the world until all he’s aware of is the battered walls of his self, Sunjata’s words a golden light that still only barely reach him. I love you too Sunny.
Nate hates giving up control of himself, as much as he loves Sunjata for stepping in and giving him something to cling to. Maybe, if he can just hold onto these few moments, he can drag the pieces of himself back together and pretend like he can keep holding onto everything. His arms curl around his husband, and he presses his face in against his neck, a terrible stillness overtaking Nate, until he speaks. ”That sounds good.” Sunjata’s shoulder catches most of the words, but even without the hEARS he’s close enough to be heard.
It takes a moment before he reacts to the song at all, and another moment for him to decide the best response is laughter, even if his brows are pinched together in an unwilling protest of it. There’s just something so surreal about being in this state and having ice cream truck music in the background. ”I think I know this.” Nate manages, between unsteady hiccups of laughter.
Nate hates giving up control of himself, as much as he loves Sunjata for stepping in and giving him something to cling to. Maybe, if he can just hold onto these few moments, he can drag the pieces of himself back together and pretend like he can keep holding onto everything. His arms curl around his husband, and he presses his face in against his neck, a terrible stillness overtaking Nate, until he speaks. ”That sounds good.” Sunjata’s shoulder catches most of the words, but even without the hEARS he’s close enough to be heard.
It takes a moment before he reacts to the song at all, and another moment for him to decide the best response is laughter, even if his brows are pinched together in an unwilling protest of it. There’s just something so surreal about being in this state and having ice cream truck music in the background. ”I think I know this.” Nate manages, between unsteady hiccups of laughter.
NATE
