you take the things you love and tear them apart or you pin them down with your body and pretend they’re yours
He should know better, should know to leave more time between wading through Jack's mind and the bite, but. Fingers tighten on Sunjata's wrist, harder than Nate seems to recognize. The half-blind gaze zeroes in on the trickle of blood running down the captain's forearm, Nate thinking distantly that it should feel less personal than looking at his face would.
Memories are visceral, sending imagined adrenaline running through Nate, but he stays silent, absorbing everything. Hotaru is... colder, than he'd thought. It's a realization that feels wrong, but this whole situation has proven to Nate that he didn't actually know anything about the woman. Rage and shame build a statue of violence out of him, Nate's hand on his husband the only thing still remotely soft about his posture. It's enough to choke out the hiccup of raw pain that festers, to hide it from Jack.
Sunjata is still the voice of authority, still the one who gave orders, not that Nate wouldn't speak up if he disagreed with something. And he doesn't, not until- "There's no thinking about it." The words snap out of Nate, nearly surprising him. His voice is schooled into something more reasonable as he continues, eyes on the ground. "We are talking to her. And we'll decide what happens to her after." At his side,
Nate's hand clenches and unclenches, only stopping when Sunjata speaks directly to him. "Think y'might be right." He tries to make his voice soft, only managing scratchy, accented.
There's enough sense to have Nate looking up again, face hard as his gaze meets Jack's face. "I... we appreciate this, Jack." A razor's edge of sincerity cut's his words, before Nate is gesturing for them to exit, set plans into motion.
Done~<3
Memories are visceral, sending imagined adrenaline running through Nate, but he stays silent, absorbing everything. Hotaru is... colder, than he'd thought. It's a realization that feels wrong, but this whole situation has proven to Nate that he didn't actually know anything about the woman. Rage and shame build a statue of violence out of him, Nate's hand on his husband the only thing still remotely soft about his posture. It's enough to choke out the hiccup of raw pain that festers, to hide it from Jack.
Sunjata is still the voice of authority, still the one who gave orders, not that Nate wouldn't speak up if he disagreed with something. And he doesn't, not until- "There's no thinking about it." The words snap out of Nate, nearly surprising him. His voice is schooled into something more reasonable as he continues, eyes on the ground. "We are talking to her. And we'll decide what happens to her after." At his side,
Nate's hand clenches and unclenches, only stopping when Sunjata speaks directly to him. "Think y'might be right." He tries to make his voice soft, only managing scratchy, accented.
There's enough sense to have Nate looking up again, face hard as his gaze meets Jack's face. "I... we appreciate this, Jack." A razor's edge of sincerity cut's his words, before Nate is gesturing for them to exit, set plans into motion.
Done~<3
NATE
