there's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly
Nate hadn’t meant to incite the sorrow he had. He remembers how he’d felt, how much of himself was tied into his face. He knows it isn’t the same, knows it’s probably worse, and he holds his proverbial tongue. Somehow, batting away his husbands emotions are easier than his own, a thumb lifting to wipe away tears from Sunjata’s eyes. But you did it. He had been starving, feral, and it had been Sunjata who had brought him back.
It’s more of a struggle for Nate to use his voice. He know that out of anyone, Sunjata is the one person he can least guarded around, the one person to whom he can open up completely, and yet he’s still worried about his voice cracking, about the words crumbling away under the weight of the emotions they carry. ”I love you.” He’s nearly silent, voice a breathless tremble, but it’s better than he’d thought.
The best she could has bells going off in Nate’s head, a fresh surge of worry washing up his throat. Are you still hurt? Is there anything he can do, anything to fix or treat, anything to busy his useless shaking hands with?
It’s more of a struggle for Nate to use his voice. He know that out of anyone, Sunjata is the one person he can least guarded around, the one person to whom he can open up completely, and yet he’s still worried about his voice cracking, about the words crumbling away under the weight of the emotions they carry. ”I love you.” He’s nearly silent, voice a breathless tremble, but it’s better than he’d thought.
The best she could has bells going off in Nate’s head, a fresh surge of worry washing up his throat. Are you still hurt? Is there anything he can do, anything to fix or treat, anything to busy his useless shaking hands with?
NATE
