– NATE –
There is something strange to be the most put together in a conversation, but more and more it's a place Nate is finding himself. He doesn't have anything more than his hands, his touch, words, as usual, failing him when he really needs them, but he's glad that his attempt is not shrugged off, by either of them. A low huff of laughter escapes him at Hotaru's description of the attuned, his hand rubbing a comforting circle on the other mans back.
And Hotaru, at least, seems to be more than willing to go along with his attempts, for a spell. Nate offers her a smile, nodding along with her words, until they stumble, until she stumbles, and then he is very suddenly out of his depth again. There is an almost unbearably painful clench in his chest, because this is not what he'd meant, not what he'd wanted. It was one thing to fly in the face of the dead, but another thing entirely to have hurt someone he knows, someone he likes, even unintentionally. And he doesn't know what to do, because Nate knows at this point that he is not letting go of Sunjata, even for her.
The hand at his shoulder doesn't do anything at first, Nate solid and still until he turns and sees the look, sees what he's doing. Quips and jokes and all manner of other, less appropriate things jump to his lips, but Nate stays quiet, none of them feeling quite right, quite enough. The hug will have to be enough, Nate's arms wrapping around the both of them tightly, only hesitating a moment o give Hotaru the chance to push him, them away if she so chooses. If not though, everything he lacks in physical warmth is made up for by passion, by hands and fingers twisting in where they can, his head coming in close to bump against Sunjata's.
Maybe there isn't any need to let go of anything. Maybe he can just hold on to more than one thing at a time, can pull them into his chest jealously. It seems like such a simple idea.
And Hotaru, at least, seems to be more than willing to go along with his attempts, for a spell. Nate offers her a smile, nodding along with her words, until they stumble, until she stumbles, and then he is very suddenly out of his depth again. There is an almost unbearably painful clench in his chest, because this is not what he'd meant, not what he'd wanted. It was one thing to fly in the face of the dead, but another thing entirely to have hurt someone he knows, someone he likes, even unintentionally. And he doesn't know what to do, because Nate knows at this point that he is not letting go of Sunjata, even for her.
The hand at his shoulder doesn't do anything at first, Nate solid and still until he turns and sees the look, sees what he's doing. Quips and jokes and all manner of other, less appropriate things jump to his lips, but Nate stays quiet, none of them feeling quite right, quite enough. The hug will have to be enough, Nate's arms wrapping around the both of them tightly, only hesitating a moment o give Hotaru the chance to push him, them away if she so chooses. If not though, everything he lacks in physical warmth is made up for by passion, by hands and fingers twisting in where they can, his head coming in close to bump against Sunjata's.
Maybe there isn't any need to let go of anything. Maybe he can just hold on to more than one thing at a time, can pull them into his chest jealously. It seems like such a simple idea.
I’m in trouble for the things I haven’t got to yet
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
