- NATE -
Then you're left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya
You're a sunflower, I think your love would be too much
You're a sunflower, I think your love would be too much
Clem's arrival was immediately apparent, the younger ascended barrelling into his side like a cannonball, catching Nate off guard, just a little bit. Not enough to topple him, but enough that the arms that wrap around the younger are a little delayed, the matching whoop that leaves him a little quieter. But if the entrance had been unexpected, the sudden shyness is even more so. Nate's arm stays tight around Clems shoulders, even as he lowers himself back down to the ground, trying to offer some comfort to him. "Sorry kiddo, I should have told you I invited someone else too. But... I want you two to meet. And besides, you should know I like sausages better."
Nate turns them both, so they're properly facing Sunjata, and gesture towards the attuned. "Clem, this is Sunjata. He's... we're... close..?" They had never actually talked what they were to each other, and it's clear Nate is looking for some confirmation, some suggestion that the other man is okay with. "And Jata, this is Clemente. My little brother." There is an unbelievable amount of warmth in his voice when he says those words, his hand squeezing Clem's shoulder tight. The younger ascended might not recognize the significance, but Sunjata should.
Once the others got their hackles down, something that hopefully didn't take too long, Nate took his arm back so he could clap, and look between the other two. "We're here to fish, right? Let's get at it."
Nate turns them both, so they're properly facing Sunjata, and gesture towards the attuned. "Clem, this is Sunjata. He's... we're... close..?" They had never actually talked what they were to each other, and it's clear Nate is looking for some confirmation, some suggestion that the other man is okay with. "And Jata, this is Clemente. My little brother." There is an unbelievable amount of warmth in his voice when he says those words, his hand squeezing Clem's shoulder tight. The younger ascended might not recognize the significance, but Sunjata should.
Once the others got their hackles down, something that hopefully didn't take too long, Nate took his arm back so he could clap, and look between the other two. "We're here to fish, right? Let's get at it."
Or you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower
You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower
