NATE
Of course Nate is home. He has no where else to go, will not cède this minor sanctuary. Not while he still has it.
Historically, midnight calls haven’t been the best for them. For Sunjata, really. Maybe that’s why Nate is so quick to rush to the door, his footsteps silent through the sleeping house. The only hesitation is in the living room, when he searches for his husbands sleeping form, finding it nestled in with Haai.
It’s a relief, a small one, one that’s snatched away as soon as he opens the door to find tall dark and angry (he assumes) on his doorstep. Anger sparks bright on his face, Nate’s free hand moving to grab at a belt that isn’t there, for a pocket that isn’t there. He shouldn’t have rushed down so quickly, an irritated whistle leaving his lips as he focuses back on the Dark Star.
”Ronin.” He says by way of greeting, one hand still behind the door, like he hasn’t quite decided whether he wants to slam it. There’s a twist in his lips, a burning in his one blue eye, and a shudder in his jaw as he very carefully chooses his words. Word. ”What?”
Historically, midnight calls haven’t been the best for them. For Sunjata, really. Maybe that’s why Nate is so quick to rush to the door, his footsteps silent through the sleeping house. The only hesitation is in the living room, when he searches for his husbands sleeping form, finding it nestled in with Haai.
It’s a relief, a small one, one that’s snatched away as soon as he opens the door to find tall dark and angry (he assumes) on his doorstep. Anger sparks bright on his face, Nate’s free hand moving to grab at a belt that isn’t there, for a pocket that isn’t there. He shouldn’t have rushed down so quickly, an irritated whistle leaving his lips as he focuses back on the Dark Star.
”Ronin.” He says by way of greeting, one hand still behind the door, like he hasn’t quite decided whether he wants to slam it. There’s a twist in his lips, a burning in his one blue eye, and a shudder in his jaw as he very carefully chooses his words. Word. ”What?”
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