i don't know where home is, but i suppose it's anywhere i go that's any good at all
"He really was." Nate rolls his eyes, his whole head moving with it, the motion ending in a shake. "Break a guys window one time, and he hates you until you move away." Another laugh accompanies the words, but it can be a story for later, because an absolutely brilliant idea had come to him, a way to sneak in some closeness and make up for his lack of warning about how harsh that first puff could be.
Maybe if he didn't know what he was looking for, if he didn't know Sunjata so well, Nate wouldn't notice the little change that comes over him, the little tells that he's feeling it, as he finally exhales, grin growing as the smoke leaves Sunjata's lips. Nate hums gently, returning the smirk, his brows raised almost in a question as he reaches over to stub out what was left of the joint, saving it for later. "Okay?' He repeats, leaning into the kiss he can see coming, too eagerly it seems. They collide, immediately drawing a laugh from Nate, his hand moving to rub at the spot they'd bumped into each other, more out of habit than any actual pain.
"Here, like this." Nate shifts on the couch, leaning back against an arm and pulling his legs up, and pulling Sunjata to lay across him, an arm wrapping around the attuned to keep him steady, the other hand coming back to cup his face again, to lean in and offer a make up kiss. It lasts longer than the first had, though Nate is far more careful about giving Sunjata chances to breathe, knowing how tempting it could be to just lean into the feeling. "How do you feel?" He asks, hoping for a moment of distraction, to get Sunjata talking, and maybe gauge exactly how fucked up he is.
Maybe if he didn't know what he was looking for, if he didn't know Sunjata so well, Nate wouldn't notice the little change that comes over him, the little tells that he's feeling it, as he finally exhales, grin growing as the smoke leaves Sunjata's lips. Nate hums gently, returning the smirk, his brows raised almost in a question as he reaches over to stub out what was left of the joint, saving it for later. "Okay?' He repeats, leaning into the kiss he can see coming, too eagerly it seems. They collide, immediately drawing a laugh from Nate, his hand moving to rub at the spot they'd bumped into each other, more out of habit than any actual pain.
"Here, like this." Nate shifts on the couch, leaning back against an arm and pulling his legs up, and pulling Sunjata to lay across him, an arm wrapping around the attuned to keep him steady, the other hand coming back to cup his face again, to lean in and offer a make up kiss. It lasts longer than the first had, though Nate is far more careful about giving Sunjata chances to breathe, knowing how tempting it could be to just lean into the feeling. "How do you feel?" He asks, hoping for a moment of distraction, to get Sunjata talking, and maybe gauge exactly how fucked up he is.
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