sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
Oh, the comment is absolutely made with the implication in mind that Nate is part of that good taste. Honestly, he's a little disappointed that it doesn't get commented on, but the smile he can feel stretching over Sunjata's face is enough to make up for it. Like this, it's easy to forget he was splintering minutes ago, easy to step away from it and close the door behind him, never once thinking that maybe that trail of closed doors is exactly why they keep ending up here.
Nate isn't sure how much more misunderstanding he can take, though it's a lesson he's trying to teach himself on the fly. If he wants to be understood, really understood, he needs to actually explain himself, and not just let whatever sounds snappy, whatever sounds right roll out of him. "Nothing happened to 'until the end.'" He promises softly, pressing his cheek in against a thundering pulse. "I just don't know if we'll be okay by then. We'll be together, though." They'd made it through fights, through acts of God, more breakdowns and spirals than any two people were meant to go through, and they came out on the other side in each others arms.
As long as neither of them decides to turn their back, neither of them really walks away, they can come back together. "Maybe... when you come back, we uh..." There's a shrug of his shoulders, but the first step to explaining himself properly is actually saying things in the first place. "Maybe we get a pair of rings. Something... I dunno, physical."
Nate isn't sure how much more misunderstanding he can take, though it's a lesson he's trying to teach himself on the fly. If he wants to be understood, really understood, he needs to actually explain himself, and not just let whatever sounds snappy, whatever sounds right roll out of him. "Nothing happened to 'until the end.'" He promises softly, pressing his cheek in against a thundering pulse. "I just don't know if we'll be okay by then. We'll be together, though." They'd made it through fights, through acts of God, more breakdowns and spirals than any two people were meant to go through, and they came out on the other side in each others arms.
As long as neither of them decides to turn their back, neither of them really walks away, they can come back together. "Maybe... when you come back, we uh..." There's a shrug of his shoulders, but the first step to explaining himself properly is actually saying things in the first place. "Maybe we get a pair of rings. Something... I dunno, physical."
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
