'cause the bad's been slowly getting worse
and this fast lane living, it's a curse
The confirmation that he’s loved, that he’s wanted has a sudden clingy desperation burning through Nate’s limbs, his hands circling around his husbands shoulders again. Sunjata won’t see the tired, sad eyes locked on him, but he might feel the weight of Nate’s gaze. It’s interest, and hope, and a soft relief. Sunjata’s ideas are generally better when they get a chance to talk about them before, thought Nate can’t resist the urge to interrupt them again, demanding another chaste but needy kiss.
“That sounds good.” The words leave Nate after not early enough consideration, an automatic reaction while his mind starts to actually click and think. Having a suggestion of any kind helps to focus him, to drag him out of the only sea of his own thoughts. “Not… right away?” Comes the murmur after a few moments. “Theres… others people I should talk to. They don’t get a choice.” The last addition comes in a growl, Nate turning his face in against Sunjata’s head until his sensors protest it or the other man complains, he hichever comes first.
“That sounds good.” The words leave Nate after not early enough consideration, an automatic reaction while his mind starts to actually click and think. Having a suggestion of any kind helps to focus him, to drag him out of the only sea of his own thoughts. “Not… right away?” Comes the murmur after a few moments. “Theres… others people I should talk to. They don’t get a choice.” The last addition comes in a growl, Nate turning his face in against Sunjata’s head until his sensors protest it or the other man complains, he hichever comes first.
better tell me what's your life worth
i think it's time for a change, 'cause the drugs don't work
