One slip of the tongue, Razor sharp, but never let it show
A disbelieving sound snorts out of Nate, his eyes rolling. “Fuck, everyone’s fuckin’ heard about that now, huh?” both palms lift to press against his eyes, Nate groaning. “Yea, it’s was fine. I was trying to keep the bitch from destroying more shit.” If this sticks, hes going to lose it. No one remembers him saving half the fucking city with quick thinking and stolen magic, but the chicken. That sticks.
Fucking okay.
As soon as Lockes hands are offered Nate snatches them by the wrists, dragging them closer to his face as he steps in. “Fuuuuuuuck, sweetheart.” He winced in sympathy, his thumbs rubbing warm circles into thick scars. “You take care of this yourself?” A brow lifts, Nates bright gaze lifting to Locke’s face, unblinking and intense.
“Don’t apologize.” Nates voice has dropped into something warm, and tinged with regret. “I appreciate the attempt, Locke.” The words are heavy with sincerity, one of Nate’s hands lifting to rest on his shoulder, squeezing it just a little bit too tightly.
Fucking okay.
As soon as Lockes hands are offered Nate snatches them by the wrists, dragging them closer to his face as he steps in. “Fuuuuuuuck, sweetheart.” He winced in sympathy, his thumbs rubbing warm circles into thick scars. “You take care of this yourself?” A brow lifts, Nates bright gaze lifting to Locke’s face, unblinking and intense.
“Don’t apologize.” Nates voice has dropped into something warm, and tinged with regret. “I appreciate the attempt, Locke.” The words are heavy with sincerity, one of Nate’s hands lifting to rest on his shoulder, squeezing it just a little bit too tightly.
NATE
