sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
He hits on the one thing that works, the one thing that draws a reaction he wants, that he expects. A connection, something Nate can actually feel in his hands, something that reminds him why he's still standing here, when in a dozen other situations he'd leave, and never look back. Even if he's alone at the end of the week, Nate doesn't want it to be because he chose to walk away from the best thing he'd ever had. Even with all the shit it came with.
"I didn't go anywhere." The denial is out of his mouth fast, the quickest, quietest response he's managed so far, different from the shouting, different from the cold hollow nothing. This is fear, and guilt, and it only gets worse as Sunjata continues, twists a different kind of blade. The attuned did come back, time and time and time again. Soaked in blood, and sweat, and god only knows what else. Half dead and in other people's arms.
He'd been here once, followed Sunjata home after the volcano. Had he lost something else too, on that street, to those blades? Had he left something behind without noticing, until now? His hands grow tighter around Sunjata's, his brows furrowing no matter how it pulls at healing skin. "I didn't... mean to..." But Nate doesn't know how to finish the words, doesn't know how he should.
"I didn't go anywhere." The denial is out of his mouth fast, the quickest, quietest response he's managed so far, different from the shouting, different from the cold hollow nothing. This is fear, and guilt, and it only gets worse as Sunjata continues, twists a different kind of blade. The attuned did come back, time and time and time again. Soaked in blood, and sweat, and god only knows what else. Half dead and in other people's arms.
He'd been here once, followed Sunjata home after the volcano. Had he lost something else too, on that street, to those blades? Had he left something behind without noticing, until now? His hands grow tighter around Sunjata's, his brows furrowing no matter how it pulls at healing skin. "I didn't... mean to..." But Nate doesn't know how to finish the words, doesn't know how he should.
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
