just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed
Nate let’s the question hang in the air between them, his gaze focused, hands careful and filled with purpose. It seems like he’s switched, the facade of professional levelheaded calm, but with the ring Sunjata is uniquely privy to the entirely unhelpful silent panic racing through Nate. ”Oh it’s um, it’s actually really simple.” While he nods and speaks, his thumbs creep up and slip into the attuned’s mouth, his hands tightening. ”You’re going to hate it. I’m going to count to three.” Already silent apologies flow from him, but there’s an almost manic smile on his face.
Eyes search for stew before Nate speaks again, softer. ”Ready? One,” his fingers flex, ”two!” Without the warning of three, Nate springs into action, quicker than he necessarily should in his haste to ease the pain. With how hard he’s holding onto Sunjata, he can feel the scrape of bone on bone as he does it, and grits his own teeth in sympathy.
Despite the mistake of his haste, it does only take him the one try to set his husbands jaw. Immediately, the tense pressure of his hands fades, though they don’t move, with the exception of his thumbs. Don’t try and talk.
Eyes search for stew before Nate speaks again, softer. ”Ready? One,” his fingers flex, ”two!” Without the warning of three, Nate springs into action, quicker than he necessarily should in his haste to ease the pain. With how hard he’s holding onto Sunjata, he can feel the scrape of bone on bone as he does it, and grits his own teeth in sympathy.
Despite the mistake of his haste, it does only take him the one try to set his husbands jaw. Immediately, the tense pressure of his hands fades, though they don’t move, with the exception of his thumbs. Don’t try and talk.
it's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy
of feeding and it's wholly untrue
NATE
