- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
The wheeze catches Nate's attention in it's entirety, his body straightening as he leans up. Unintentionally leans into the hand that comes to rest on his cheek. There's no reason to quite believe the rumble, especially with the smile, but it does put him back into his own head. Cuts off some of the more unfounded worries. He nods, and reaches up to put his hand over Sunjata's, to squeeze it and try to offer back some of the comfort being offered out.
Nate's eyes haven't left Sunjata's face, but they're soft when the storm finally flickers back over him. "I know. I... can't imagine being in your position." Nate lets the hand drop away from his face without a fight, then pulls himself to his feet. The sigh that comes from him is much softer, comes with the weight of Nate's hands spreading over shoulders, over sprouting feathers. "None of it is your fault. And... I think today counts as something good, right? We did it. We saved people." That had to be worth something, though a drop of water in a bucket of shit really amounted to nothing.
Hands smoothed over shoulders for a moment longer, then Nate turned, a hand absentmindedly going to brush some of the ash out of the other mans hair as he looks around. There's something specific he has in mine, and it doesn't even take a second to find it, to step away and retrieve a bottle of something dark and amber and burning, and a glass. It's not substance abuse if its being offered by a doctor, and Nate knows it will take some of the edge off. Help the words come out of the tangle of everything. "Here." He offers the almost full glass, and sits beside Sunjata, the bottle tucked down by his feet.
Nate's eyes haven't left Sunjata's face, but they're soft when the storm finally flickers back over him. "I know. I... can't imagine being in your position." Nate lets the hand drop away from his face without a fight, then pulls himself to his feet. The sigh that comes from him is much softer, comes with the weight of Nate's hands spreading over shoulders, over sprouting feathers. "None of it is your fault. And... I think today counts as something good, right? We did it. We saved people." That had to be worth something, though a drop of water in a bucket of shit really amounted to nothing.
Hands smoothed over shoulders for a moment longer, then Nate turned, a hand absentmindedly going to brush some of the ash out of the other mans hair as he looks around. There's something specific he has in mine, and it doesn't even take a second to find it, to step away and retrieve a bottle of something dark and amber and burning, and a glass. It's not substance abuse if its being offered by a doctor, and Nate knows it will take some of the edge off. Help the words come out of the tangle of everything. "Here." He offers the almost full glass, and sits beside Sunjata, the bottle tucked down by his feet.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
