Even when I look away, I’m still looking. He is inside his body, and I am inside my body, and it matters less and less
Now that the bats were gone, it's easy to move to the next task, taking care of the mattress. Nate's suggestion is lazy, a little irresponsible, but he beams when the other man agrees to it, and lifts the mattress, angling it and folding it so it can actually be shoved through the window. Compared to the creatures from earlier, the moths don't bother him at all, and between him and Sunjata, it's easy work. Or at least, it should be.
Nate doesn't notice why Sunjata pulls away at first, he just reaches over to finish the job of shoving it through. There's a cocky smirk on his face when he turns, brow raised in anticipation of the tease that's about to leave him, though it never gets a chance, stalling his throat when he sees the shock of red. A sympathetic wince flashes over his face as he reaches out, lifting Sunjata's wrist higher while he pats his pockets, looking for something to bandage the wound.
He doesn't have anything, and there's no way he's trusting a single thing in the room, so he heaves out a sigh, resigning himself to finding the first aid kit he knows is on the bottom floor. "Keep it up, above your shoulders at least. I'll be right back." It's a quick trip, heavy steps carrying him down and back up, quick eyes taking in the progress of the rest of the rooms while he goes, though nothing distracts him from his task. And when he's back in the room well practised hands make quick work of the bandaging. Bright blue eyes find steel ones, not moving away as Nate lifts the wrist up to his lips. The tenderness lasts a moment, then Nate steps away, looking around the room. "Rest of this can go the same way, probably." He suggests, gesturing to the rest of the ruined furniture.
Nate doesn't notice why Sunjata pulls away at first, he just reaches over to finish the job of shoving it through. There's a cocky smirk on his face when he turns, brow raised in anticipation of the tease that's about to leave him, though it never gets a chance, stalling his throat when he sees the shock of red. A sympathetic wince flashes over his face as he reaches out, lifting Sunjata's wrist higher while he pats his pockets, looking for something to bandage the wound.
He doesn't have anything, and there's no way he's trusting a single thing in the room, so he heaves out a sigh, resigning himself to finding the first aid kit he knows is on the bottom floor. "Keep it up, above your shoulders at least. I'll be right back." It's a quick trip, heavy steps carrying him down and back up, quick eyes taking in the progress of the rest of the rooms while he goes, though nothing distracts him from his task. And when he's back in the room well practised hands make quick work of the bandaging. Bright blue eyes find steel ones, not moving away as Nate lifts the wrist up to his lips. The tenderness lasts a moment, then Nate steps away, looking around the room. "Rest of this can go the same way, probably." He suggests, gesturing to the rest of the ruined furniture.
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