hold me like we're dying from the liquor that we drank

NATE

Nate isn't sure what he means either, but it doesn't stop him doubling down. "Double!" Two parties, two honeymoons, four rings. Eloping makes more sense, but right now, it's the furthest thing from Nate's mind, sense having abandoned him some time ago. Mostly. "Why wait anymore?" Comes the conspiratory murmur, head tipping against his fiance. It's mostly rhetorical, Nate not expecting an answer, not with the way he begins to lose control of his mood, his words, the way he almost tips them into darkness.

Maybe it's the tone of his voice, or maybe it's simply the idea is too much, too sad to really think about, but whatever the reason is, Sunjata moves on, leaves them with forever. A sigh of relief leaves Nate, soft, but not too soft. "We can make forever last forever." He promises, voice warm, grateful.

All at once, the frightened, needy shake in Nate's fingers is gone, his hands steady, or at least back to their sick baseline. He wants to change the subject, wants them floating on happier clouds now. His hands shift, body squirming under Sunjata, against Haai, as he tries to free the blanket from beneath them, tries to drag it over them, the effort clear in his voice when he speaks. "Do you want to keep playing?" They've gone so far he can circle back, close the loop that he'd opened accidentally. "Just questions though?"

the last ones here on earth