engage with the pain as a motive, today of all days, see
”Oh thank god.” The words ride a relieved sigh, as the man in the bed confirms his identity, one fever bright eye struggling to find Neron’s. Though Nate doesn’t really know where to go from here. He hadn’t planned for what would happen if he actually found someone, let alone someone he’s supposed to know.
Usually, Nate is not one to respond well to orders, but this one is so tempting, so intriguing that before he even knows it, he stumbling into the room, door thrown closed behind him, and falling face first into the bed. His body fills every bit of space Neron has afforded him, and them some, an arm, a leg, thrown in the direction of the Launceleyn. ”This is... so nice.” The words are half mumbled into a pillow, Nate far too used to Sunjata’s ability to hear him no matter what to bother moving. Even on top of the blankets, the pair of them radiate heat that wraps around him. ”I can’t remember the last time I napped.”
Usually, Nate is not one to respond well to orders, but this one is so tempting, so intriguing that before he even knows it, he stumbling into the room, door thrown closed behind him, and falling face first into the bed. His body fills every bit of space Neron has afforded him, and them some, an arm, a leg, thrown in the direction of the Launceleyn. ”This is... so nice.” The words are half mumbled into a pillow, Nate far too used to Sunjata’s ability to hear him no matter what to bother moving. Even on top of the blankets, the pair of them radiate heat that wraps around him. ”I can’t remember the last time I napped.”
how the most dangerous thing is to love
how you will heal and you'll rise above
NATE
