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
It’s a good sign that Sunjata jokes back, and it brings a real laugh to Nate’s lips, his eyes crinkling with the force of his grin. ”Just ignore it as much as you can.” He shrugged lightly. ”Keep your head down, let the worst of it run past you.” Really, what other advice could you give someone in a shitty situation other than just survive it.
”I’m sure you will.” It was clear Nate was trying to be gentle with his tone, but... he was only technically successful, too much strain put into the effort for it to seem truly natural. Maybe if he had experience with male friendships that weren’t either one night stands or fake macho posturing, he’d be able to do a better job with comfort. It was something he’d have to work on. The grin grows easy again when they slip back into the territory of quiet amusement, Nate unable to resist the joke that slips from him. ”I know a thing or two about sudden sobriety,” he widens his mouth just enough to show off fangs, a silent explanation, ”so if you need help filling the hours I’m always somewhere.”
Nate pulls back, suddenly aware of how his continued touch might seem as he delves more explicitly into the subject of his testing. The fact that Sunjata hadn’t brought it up to anyone, combined with the complaints Sam had voiced, started to make it feel like something he didn’t really intend. Nate crosses his arms over his chest, clicking his teeth as he looks over the flexed hand, the ring shining on it. ”I don’t suppose you could...” He begins, finishing the sentence in his head and realizing that made it no better. Asking Sunjata to take off the ring made it into a thing, more than it already kind of was. God this was stupid.
A blue gaze lifts to meet Sunjatas, Nate’s brows creased in thought. ”It’s just a treatment. Side effects notwithstanding. She can’t really be upset about any of it, if it’s helping you.” He pointed out, ignoring big how it felt like desperate excuses.
”I’m sure you will.” It was clear Nate was trying to be gentle with his tone, but... he was only technically successful, too much strain put into the effort for it to seem truly natural. Maybe if he had experience with male friendships that weren’t either one night stands or fake macho posturing, he’d be able to do a better job with comfort. It was something he’d have to work on. The grin grows easy again when they slip back into the territory of quiet amusement, Nate unable to resist the joke that slips from him. ”I know a thing or two about sudden sobriety,” he widens his mouth just enough to show off fangs, a silent explanation, ”so if you need help filling the hours I’m always somewhere.”
Nate pulls back, suddenly aware of how his continued touch might seem as he delves more explicitly into the subject of his testing. The fact that Sunjata hadn’t brought it up to anyone, combined with the complaints Sam had voiced, started to make it feel like something he didn’t really intend. Nate crosses his arms over his chest, clicking his teeth as he looks over the flexed hand, the ring shining on it. ”I don’t suppose you could...” He begins, finishing the sentence in his head and realizing that made it no better. Asking Sunjata to take off the ring made it into a thing, more than it already kind of was. God this was stupid.
A blue gaze lifts to meet Sunjatas, Nate’s brows creased in thought. ”It’s just a treatment. Side effects notwithstanding. She can’t really be upset about any of it, if it’s helping you.” He pointed out, ignoring big how it felt like desperate excuses.
