i said make me love myself, so that i might love you // don't make me a liar
Nate recognizes the tone in the Goddess' voice, the end of the word tilting up to suggest a question he should know the answer to. A why would I bother? kind of tone. He rolls his shoulders back as her head tilts, not quite shrugging in response, but not necessarily not doing that either. Blue eyes stay focused on her, watching the static spark through her form, but he has to look away when she speaks next. A light hum leaves him as he nods, but his eyes don't rise again.
His time with her is coming to an end, and she has the grace to at least warn him, to give him a moment to get his thoughts back on track. "If... you won't humour my sensation requests," he waves his hands like it's a big joke they're both in on, "then, maybe you could meet me in the middle a little bit?" A grin lifts his lips, the idea coming to him suddenly. "It might be nice to have something by my side, some other connection to... feeling, and to you."
His time with her is coming to an end, and she has the grace to at least warn him, to give him a moment to get his thoughts back on track. "If... you won't humour my sensation requests," he waves his hands like it's a big joke they're both in on, "then, maybe you could meet me in the middle a little bit?" A grin lifts his lips, the idea coming to him suddenly. "It might be nice to have something by my side, some other connection to... feeling, and to you."
because i swear to god // when i said it, i thought it was true
