i don't know where home is, but i suppose it's anywhere i go that's any good at all
Like every other time they've come to this point, every other spiral they've navigated, Nate isn't actually positive what it is he says that breaks through. At this point, he's just glad he can pull Sunjata back into feelings, back into something that actually seems more like an baseline alright, rather than a numbness. The after had been the worst part last time, the most heartbreaking, and to avoid it now feels like a blessing.
"You didn't ruin anything." Nate says softly, earnestly. As angry as he might be at the situation, at the figures in Sunjata's past, there is nothing but tenderness for the other man, his hand moving to cradle the attuneds head close, his own head tilting into the embrace, just to steal that much more contact, that much more closeness. He almost doesn't let go, as Sunjata pulls back again, too soon. "And you don't need to thank me. You never need to thank me for this." A little grin crests his lips, blue eyes glittering with warmth, with an easy, obvious love. "We're in this together, right?"
Hands come back to cup Sunjata's jaw again, thumbs stroking over cheekbones, insistent and steady enough to provide a facade of body warmth just from the friction. Nate would be content to stay like this, if not forever, then at least a while longer, blue eyes meeting the steel gaze easily. He'd be content to sit in this new warmth, holding the other man and coming down from collective breakdowns. His hands pause at the admission though, head cocking to the side. "You sure?" At first, there's a part of him that doesn't think it's a good idea, considering what he'd just learned, but a much louder, much more spiteful part of him screaming that he knows what the fuck he is doing. He knows exactly what he has, exactly what it's supposed to do, and exactly what to do if something goes wrong.
Underneath it all though, there is something flattered, something unreasonably happy with the idea that despite everything, despite what Sunjata had revealed, what he'd gone through, there was enough trust there in Nate to try again. It has him grinning properly, finally, and leaning in to press a kiss against the other man before he's pulling away, too gracefully to really be fair (god his legs should be absolutely numb) and running upstairs, a "Be right back. Don't move!" thrown over his shoulder. And he is right back, hardly thirty seconds passing between the run up and the run back down, made slightly longer by a detour to the kitchen to grab the lighter.
Nate comes back to couch, stepping over the arm and plopping himself down next to Sunjata, emptying his hands onto the table in front of the couch and turning to face his partner, his lover. "You're sure, right?" There's a serious note in his voice, electric eyes searching the attuneds face.
"You didn't ruin anything." Nate says softly, earnestly. As angry as he might be at the situation, at the figures in Sunjata's past, there is nothing but tenderness for the other man, his hand moving to cradle the attuneds head close, his own head tilting into the embrace, just to steal that much more contact, that much more closeness. He almost doesn't let go, as Sunjata pulls back again, too soon. "And you don't need to thank me. You never need to thank me for this." A little grin crests his lips, blue eyes glittering with warmth, with an easy, obvious love. "We're in this together, right?"
Hands come back to cup Sunjata's jaw again, thumbs stroking over cheekbones, insistent and steady enough to provide a facade of body warmth just from the friction. Nate would be content to stay like this, if not forever, then at least a while longer, blue eyes meeting the steel gaze easily. He'd be content to sit in this new warmth, holding the other man and coming down from collective breakdowns. His hands pause at the admission though, head cocking to the side. "You sure?" At first, there's a part of him that doesn't think it's a good idea, considering what he'd just learned, but a much louder, much more spiteful part of him screaming that he knows what the fuck he is doing. He knows exactly what he has, exactly what it's supposed to do, and exactly what to do if something goes wrong.
Underneath it all though, there is something flattered, something unreasonably happy with the idea that despite everything, despite what Sunjata had revealed, what he'd gone through, there was enough trust there in Nate to try again. It has him grinning properly, finally, and leaning in to press a kiss against the other man before he's pulling away, too gracefully to really be fair (god his legs should be absolutely numb) and running upstairs, a "Be right back. Don't move!" thrown over his shoulder. And he is right back, hardly thirty seconds passing between the run up and the run back down, made slightly longer by a detour to the kitchen to grab the lighter.
Nate comes back to couch, stepping over the arm and plopping himself down next to Sunjata, emptying his hands onto the table in front of the couch and turning to face his partner, his lover. "You're sure, right?" There's a serious note in his voice, electric eyes searching the attuneds face.
NATE
