NATE
when you're good
no one remembers
no one remembers
A gamble made some kind of sense, he’d always been lucky, when it counted, and Nate accepts the explanation easily, with a smile. His hand squeezes more tightly around Sunjata’s trying to offer support, though it must feel like he’s seeking it, as the Voice’s eyes leave Nate.
The fact that Wessex was sick as well shakes something in Nate, some part of him assuming the head of the family would be above such things, would be somehow untouchable. He straightens, shifting uncomfortably from side to side, but nods anyway. ”We’ll get it.” He repeats earnestly. ”Promise.” It’s not a word offered lightly, but it is offered nonetheless, highlighting his seriousness, if not to the Voice, then at least to his husband.
The fact that Wessex was sick as well shakes something in Nate, some part of him assuming the head of the family would be above such things, would be somehow untouchable. He straightens, shifting uncomfortably from side to side, but nods anyway. ”We’ll get it.” He repeats earnestly. ”Promise.” It’s not a word offered lightly, but it is offered nonetheless, highlighting his seriousness, if not to the Voice, then at least to his husband.
when you're bad
no one forgets
no one forgets
