Nate
There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Unfortunately. Nate can barely suppress a crooked smile at that, his eyes twinkling with a quiet amusement. There was no doubt in his mind that if the other man were healthy, happy, he’d wear trouble like an old coat. Bright eyes flick from the muscles to the lips, the fangs hidden behind them, familiar, but not too familiar, and then up to glint of the wedding ring, which Nate wrinkles his nose at. ”Quick turnaround.” He comments, drily because well, he doesn’t have his head in a hole. He knows who was married, and professionally, he wants to stay as far away from it as possible. Actually, he wants that personally as well. Something tells him Phoebe would object to his biting her husband. Was it going to stop him? No.
”Now, correct next if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure I said bed rest.” There was an edge in Nate’s voice, not quite irritation, but apparent enough that it sapped any easy amusement from him. ”Or at least take it easy. Right? So you can heal.” There’s that condescending tone in his voice again, like he can’t believe he has to explain this, like Sunjata has no idea what’s good for him. Or, like he’s willfully ignoring what’s good for him, which seems far more likely.
Nate reaches out, a hand clasping Sunjatas shoulder, his feet bringing him the half step closer he needed to complete the touch. ”At least tell me you feel better than you look, and that’s why you thiught it would be a good idea to do whatever it is you’ve been busy with.”
”Now, correct next if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure I said bed rest.” There was an edge in Nate’s voice, not quite irritation, but apparent enough that it sapped any easy amusement from him. ”Or at least take it easy. Right? So you can heal.” There’s that condescending tone in his voice again, like he can’t believe he has to explain this, like Sunjata has no idea what’s good for him. Or, like he’s willfully ignoring what’s good for him, which seems far more likely.
Nate reaches out, a hand clasping Sunjatas shoulder, his feet bringing him the half step closer he needed to complete the touch. ”At least tell me you feel better than you look, and that’s why you thiught it would be a good idea to do whatever it is you’ve been busy with.”
