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
”So... damned if you do, damned if you don’t.” Nate laughs, leaning back and shaking his head at the complete and utter ridiculousness of the situation. ”Guess you just have to pick which damnations gonna to worse to deal with, huh?” Not a choice he envies, and thankfully, since he is, at least for the moment, without a weird, god touched we-vibe ring, not a choice he has to make. (Though he could think of several situations where it could be fun.)
The quiet laughter pulls a matching laugh from Nate, before the (shy? Ashamed?) answer even comes. ”Who hasn’t slept around a lot?” He asked easily, reaching out to tap at Sunjatas shoulder wit the back of his hand, trying to draw his gaze back. If he got it, it would be just in time for the taller man to see a wince, and Nate shaking his head. ”Kinda stupid to say you’re gonna do it though. At least to her. Even if it’s not a real wedding.” He wouldn’t say it out loud, if only because Sunjata has to have heard it a million times by now, but the more he heard about the wedding, the unnecessary drama surrounding it, the stupider it sounded. Maybe it hadn’t been so bad he’d missed it.
Nate’s gaze is nothing short of intense as Sunjatas eyes meet his, as they talk about his tests, dancing around the during in favour of the after, the before. ”Wrist still works, but we should do the other side. Don’t want you looking like a junkie, right?” There’s a shift in Sunjata’s stance that a part of Nate recognizes as submission, before he shoves that part down, silences it before it can say anything more. ”If you have time now..?” He says, closing the already scant distance between them, and holding a hand out for Sunjata to put his wrist in. If he has time.
The quiet laughter pulls a matching laugh from Nate, before the (shy? Ashamed?) answer even comes. ”Who hasn’t slept around a lot?” He asked easily, reaching out to tap at Sunjatas shoulder wit the back of his hand, trying to draw his gaze back. If he got it, it would be just in time for the taller man to see a wince, and Nate shaking his head. ”Kinda stupid to say you’re gonna do it though. At least to her. Even if it’s not a real wedding.” He wouldn’t say it out loud, if only because Sunjata has to have heard it a million times by now, but the more he heard about the wedding, the unnecessary drama surrounding it, the stupider it sounded. Maybe it hadn’t been so bad he’d missed it.
Nate’s gaze is nothing short of intense as Sunjatas eyes meet his, as they talk about his tests, dancing around the during in favour of the after, the before. ”Wrist still works, but we should do the other side. Don’t want you looking like a junkie, right?” There’s a shift in Sunjata’s stance that a part of Nate recognizes as submission, before he shoves that part down, silences it before it can say anything more. ”If you have time now..?” He says, closing the already scant distance between them, and holding a hand out for Sunjata to put his wrist in. If he has time.
