I know that Most feelings are fleeting, but I could make a home from this one
Nate's one-eyed gaze snaps up to Vai's face, her smile prompting one of his own, though it's wider, easier than the one on the healer's face. "Why would you think that?" The words come out as warm as anything else he's said, but there's a sudden edge in his eye, a furrow in his brow that has nothing to do with confusion. "I'm as good as I've ever been. How would I even get sick?" He's ascended, made to be immune to these kinds of things.
But, at the same time, a break sounded almost nice. He'd been growing ragged, not tired, but run down. Every waking moment was filled by something. How long had it been since someone had taken care of him? Since someone had had to? His eye flutters, and the image of Vai grows soft, blurry, the arms of delusion wrapping around him again. "You do this every time." The words are soft, almost petulant, a pout overtaking Nate's face, though he makes no effort to pull away from her yet.
But, at the same time, a break sounded almost nice. He'd been growing ragged, not tired, but run down. Every waking moment was filled by something. How long had it been since someone had taken care of him? Since someone had had to? His eye flutters, and the image of Vai grows soft, blurry, the arms of delusion wrapping around him again. "You do this every time." The words are soft, almost petulant, a pout overtaking Nate's face, though he makes no effort to pull away from her yet.
NATE
