- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
The answer that comes is more honest than Nate expects, more uncomfortable with the fact than anything else. And that, the honesty, the doubt, sets him at ease, maybe more than it should. It's a step towards relief. It keeps him quiet too, nodding off in the direction of the surf. The promise to try is met much in the same way, a silent nod, Nate forcing himself to trust in the other man, in his experiences, forcing himself to believe that Sunjata will do better. "Okay. Okay, I... I trust you."
And hey, if something goes wrong, if Sunjata doesn't keep his word, Nate wants to be around to smack him upside the head.
There is a part of him that wishes he knew what was going on in the other mans head. If his words made sense, were being taken seriously, or if he was just coming across as too critical, too judgmental of what was supposed to be a big deal, something exciting. If any of his worry came through, filtered through vitriol and upset. Another sigh leaves him, the conversation weighing too heavily on him. He'd been hoping for a more carefree midnight getaway, not whatever they were turning this into.
And maybe it's that that has Nate leaning in when he's pulled, his gaze drawn first by the quiet huff. Both his arms move to wrap around the attuned, closing the space between them, whether this what he'd intended or not. "After that whole fit, you still want my help?" There's some surprise in the words, though it's not long before Nate is laughing, softly, and leaning in to bump his head against Sunjata's. "You're getting my opinion on whatever you tell me anyway. I'll help keep you straight." Another laugh, the double entendre somehow more amusing on the heels of seriousness.
And hey, if something goes wrong, if Sunjata doesn't keep his word, Nate wants to be around to smack him upside the head.
There is a part of him that wishes he knew what was going on in the other mans head. If his words made sense, were being taken seriously, or if he was just coming across as too critical, too judgmental of what was supposed to be a big deal, something exciting. If any of his worry came through, filtered through vitriol and upset. Another sigh leaves him, the conversation weighing too heavily on him. He'd been hoping for a more carefree midnight getaway, not whatever they were turning this into.
And maybe it's that that has Nate leaning in when he's pulled, his gaze drawn first by the quiet huff. Both his arms move to wrap around the attuned, closing the space between them, whether this what he'd intended or not. "After that whole fit, you still want my help?" There's some surprise in the words, though it's not long before Nate is laughing, softly, and leaning in to bump his head against Sunjata's. "You're getting my opinion on whatever you tell me anyway. I'll help keep you straight." Another laugh, the double entendre somehow more amusing on the heels of seriousness.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
