'cause the bad's been slowly getting worse
and this fast lane living, it's a curse
"Of course Sunny." Whatever he wants, especially right now. It feels empty, a platitude made only in his own head, so small, but Nate would go to the ends of the world if it was asked of him right now. He's willing to keep still until his fiance is ready to move though, and when he is, Nate is there, offering support, trying to stop the swaying and shaking. There are only a few steps to the kitchen, but it still feels like an eon before they're settled again, time moving slower, when it isn't racing.
Answers flow from him easier when he's moving, grabbing a pot and a few dried things that will cook quickly. "I think it'll change, but..." While he doesn't slow, there's almost a hiccup to Nate's movement, a bubble of hesitation as he weighs the pro's and con's of actually finishing his thought. It's not something he really wants to share, his own pride standing in his way, but he wants to offer his beloved everything he can, keep him informed about what he's going through. "I don't... actually know too much about electrocution." Really, the only thing he knows about it is that a lightning strike is usually more than enough to kill a person, especially since he can follow the path of the shock through the burns, branching and tracing under ink, directly towards Sunjata's heart.
It's only when he has something actually on the stove, heating up as quickly as he can manage, that Nate turns back to Sunjata, comes close enough to lace their fingers again. "I'm going to treat it like a concussion. Kind of." Gods, this is sounding worse the more he speaks, but he can't really stop himself now. "I'll keep an eye on you. And make sure things are getting better." This at least manages to sound like a promise, Nate bending almost in half to press his lips gently against Sunjata's hand, then his forehead, lingering in the closeness until he can hear his pot bubbling away behind him, and he has to step away once again.
Answers flow from him easier when he's moving, grabbing a pot and a few dried things that will cook quickly. "I think it'll change, but..." While he doesn't slow, there's almost a hiccup to Nate's movement, a bubble of hesitation as he weighs the pro's and con's of actually finishing his thought. It's not something he really wants to share, his own pride standing in his way, but he wants to offer his beloved everything he can, keep him informed about what he's going through. "I don't... actually know too much about electrocution." Really, the only thing he knows about it is that a lightning strike is usually more than enough to kill a person, especially since he can follow the path of the shock through the burns, branching and tracing under ink, directly towards Sunjata's heart.
It's only when he has something actually on the stove, heating up as quickly as he can manage, that Nate turns back to Sunjata, comes close enough to lace their fingers again. "I'm going to treat it like a concussion. Kind of." Gods, this is sounding worse the more he speaks, but he can't really stop himself now. "I'll keep an eye on you. And make sure things are getting better." This at least manages to sound like a promise, Nate bending almost in half to press his lips gently against Sunjata's hand, then his forehead, lingering in the closeness until he can hear his pot bubbling away behind him, and he has to step away once again.
better tell me what's your life worth
i think it's time for a change, 'cause the drugs don't work
