NATE
At first, there’s a touch of worry, the ’We could.’ sounding almost... uncertain. Uncomfortable with the idea. It has Nate’s stomach roiling, anxieties gnawing at him. Had he been too forward, pressed too hard in this new openness? That was always how it went, wasn’t it? If he wasn’t enough, than he was too much, far too much. He nearly spiralled, nearly gave in to despair in a way he never had before, not in front of Sunjata.
There was no need. No matter how long that single terrifying second lasted in his sick mind, it was shattered a moment later, elation sending his mind rising, a feeling better than any high he’d ever indulged in, better than a bite (and oh, with that though something in his throat, his mouth itches fiercely). Nate leans in to press his lips against the other man, kissing him fiercely, with as much as he can manage.
Gods, he doesn’t even to think about his answer, not with the subject already on his mind. "Yes, I... yes." Theres just this one condition, something niggling at the back of his mind, flashes of memories, the happiest parts of his childhood. "But... not a child, a child... child... children. More than... not just one." Sunjata would understand, he had to. He had had a sister, one he was close with, at least for some time, and Nate had had Bart. He can’t imagine a lonelier existence, without a confidante, a partner.
"Do you think... if we'd met earlier, maybe... would things be..." He's not sure if he wants to say better, because they're already good, already so much better than he ever believed he'd have. He's not sure if he wants to say easier, because nothing in life, in either of their lives, was easy, and he would never have expected this to be any different. "...different?"
the last ones here on earth
