NATE
Nate’s not a man used to being ignored. Not being noticed is one thing, but being led on is another thing entirely, and when he steps into the alley to find Remi waiting, it saps away whatever understanding and goodwill he might have had.
He doesn’t stop his approach, he barely slows, just reaches up to take a hold of Remi’s collar, to hold him on pace while he leans in close, not caring about any potential dream bullshit might be reflected back on him. ”What the fuck is wrong with you?” Before the words have even fully left him though, Nate realizes he doesn’t give a fuck, he doesn’t want an answer first.
Where his husband might have avoided the face, Nate has absolutely no such qualms, a fist flying out to crash into Remi’s jaw. It feels like too much to hope that it’s enough to send the Demi-god crashing to the ground, but hey, what’s he got if not hope?
He doesn’t stop his approach, he barely slows, just reaches up to take a hold of Remi’s collar, to hold him on pace while he leans in close, not caring about any potential dream bullshit might be reflected back on him. ”What the fuck is wrong with you?” Before the words have even fully left him though, Nate realizes he doesn’t give a fuck, he doesn’t want an answer first.
Where his husband might have avoided the face, Nate has absolutely no such qualms, a fist flying out to crash into Remi’s jaw. It feels like too much to hope that it’s enough to send the Demi-god crashing to the ground, but hey, what’s he got if not hope?
Deep down, it hurts to know
How bad I wanna call it quits
How bad I wanna call it quits
