'cause the bad's been slowly getting worse
and this fast lane living, it's a curse
Explanation is a blessing and a curse, the words just vivid enough to paint a picture in Nate's mind, just vivid enough that he can feel the mistake, his own hand clenching against the imagined burst of heat and electricity. "Fuck." It's said softly, with feeling he can't even begin to understand. "Vai took care of you though, huh?" He moves, leaning in closer when he's pulled. There's nothing Nate wouldn't do for Sunjata at this moment, and if all he wants is closeness, he will get it easily.
Nate rises again, slowly, as Sunjata explains what he's feeling still, the lingering effects of going through what would kill a lesser man. Hell, what would kill a dozen lesser men. He leans in to press his lips against the top of an aching head, the crack in him yawning wider with the admission, with how small the voice seems. And it shatters completely with the apology. Nate glad he's already risen, glad he's close enough to pull Sunjata in close against his chest, holding him tight, hands stretched wide to try and keep everything together.
"You don't need to be sorry." His voice is thick, his throat feels like it's closing up, but he just needs to stay together enough to get a little bit more out. "You still came home." Nate breaks on the last word, voice cracking and tears beginning to leak from his eyes, glad again that he can't be seen, with the way he's holding the attuned. "I've got you now."
Nate rises again, slowly, as Sunjata explains what he's feeling still, the lingering effects of going through what would kill a lesser man. Hell, what would kill a dozen lesser men. He leans in to press his lips against the top of an aching head, the crack in him yawning wider with the admission, with how small the voice seems. And it shatters completely with the apology. Nate glad he's already risen, glad he's close enough to pull Sunjata in close against his chest, holding him tight, hands stretched wide to try and keep everything together.
"You don't need to be sorry." His voice is thick, his throat feels like it's closing up, but he just needs to stay together enough to get a little bit more out. "You still came home." Nate breaks on the last word, voice cracking and tears beginning to leak from his eyes, glad again that he can't be seen, with the way he's holding the attuned. "I've got you now."
better tell me what's your life worth
i think it's time for a change, 'cause the drugs don't work
