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
Nate offers a wider grin as his offer is tentatively accepted. Truth be told, he wouldn’t believe until Sunjata actually sought him out, but... he had made the offer. It was the least he could do. Truthfully, he was probably going to do more, he was probably going to annoy Sunjata as much as he was able in an attempt to... help, and whatever else it was he was trying to do. Make up for some old failure, kind of, but that wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now.
The idea that somehow Phoebe would know if the ring was removed pulls Nate’s brows together, an unvoiced question that thankfully, doesn’t actually need to be voiced, because the other man explains. Though the explanation only raises further questions, not to mention the general bad taste it leaves in Nate’s mouth. It seems like... too much, especially for what was less a marriage and more an exercise of spite and idiocy. ”That’s... quite the wedding gift. There’s gotta be some kind of... numbing to it, or a workaround, or something. There always is.” Again, Nate winced After he said this, just a little. It felt like looking for excuses, and this wasn’t something they needed an excuse for.
”What kind of track record do you have then?” He asked, wanting to change the subject, just a little bit. Though honestly, Nate wasn’t sure if asking after previous relationships was a better subject. This was stupidly difficult to navigate. He needed to get out of his own head.
Taking a deep breath, Nate let his eyes fall to the wrist he’d bitten before, licking his lips as he considered. ”Well... if you think it’s going to be a problem, we could... try a less obvious area? Or a more painful one, to try and mitigate the ah... feeling, that comes along with it.” Just like that, he was clinical again, a hint of amusement in his voice as he spoke, but no worry or hesitation.
The idea that somehow Phoebe would know if the ring was removed pulls Nate’s brows together, an unvoiced question that thankfully, doesn’t actually need to be voiced, because the other man explains. Though the explanation only raises further questions, not to mention the general bad taste it leaves in Nate’s mouth. It seems like... too much, especially for what was less a marriage and more an exercise of spite and idiocy. ”That’s... quite the wedding gift. There’s gotta be some kind of... numbing to it, or a workaround, or something. There always is.” Again, Nate winced After he said this, just a little. It felt like looking for excuses, and this wasn’t something they needed an excuse for.
”What kind of track record do you have then?” He asked, wanting to change the subject, just a little bit. Though honestly, Nate wasn’t sure if asking after previous relationships was a better subject. This was stupidly difficult to navigate. He needed to get out of his own head.
Taking a deep breath, Nate let his eyes fall to the wrist he’d bitten before, licking his lips as he considered. ”Well... if you think it’s going to be a problem, we could... try a less obvious area? Or a more painful one, to try and mitigate the ah... feeling, that comes along with it.” Just like that, he was clinical again, a hint of amusement in his voice as he spoke, but no worry or hesitation.
