sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
A note is written, passed off, Nate silent all the while. A sidelong glance is thrown towards Sunjata as he shifts, the ascended nothing but understanding. The fact that he's even here at all is because he is the now, but that does not give him any right to the then. He'd gotten his last words from Maea, and had no need of Sunjata's as well.
The emotions it gives rise to is something he can't ignore though. Nate tries, as much as he can, to bite back what he's feeling, to offer up a mental hand to hold, as it were. Even if his eyes have once again focused on Maea, they're distant, not really looking at her, not with all the focus he's spending elsewhere. All at once though, it's like a switch is flipped, and all the struggle, the exhaustion, it grows into a rough edge, not quite anger, but not quite not that either. The ascended turns to face Sunjata, trying to catch his eye, to offer a soft quirk of his lips, anything to try and soothe this new emotion.
Nate works his jaw while Sunjata goes back and forth, trying to get everything in his head out into the open. If nothing else, he understands the struggle, the way everything seems like too much, not enough for words. He can't imagine being in the twist of this situation, any more than he already is. Can't imagine trying to deal with it. Sitting face to face with someone who he'd been so close to, back from the dead. Just the thought has some deep part of him quaking, before Nate straightens up, mentally and physically, trying to be as much of a support as he can.
Sunjata standing is a surprise, Nate almost rising to follow, but stopping himself, gaze moving once again to Maea. He licks his lips, then nods, settling comfortably back into his seat. "Take as long as you need Sunny." He calls over his shoulder, leaning forward to grab his own glass and sip at it. Pemota hovers outside the door, ready to offer what comfort she can to the attuned, and to ease Nate's worry.
It's a fucked up enough situation that Nate stays quiet for a long time, letting the uncharacteristic silence grow between them until he decides fuck it. "So... what are you planning to do now?"
The emotions it gives rise to is something he can't ignore though. Nate tries, as much as he can, to bite back what he's feeling, to offer up a mental hand to hold, as it were. Even if his eyes have once again focused on Maea, they're distant, not really looking at her, not with all the focus he's spending elsewhere. All at once though, it's like a switch is flipped, and all the struggle, the exhaustion, it grows into a rough edge, not quite anger, but not quite not that either. The ascended turns to face Sunjata, trying to catch his eye, to offer a soft quirk of his lips, anything to try and soothe this new emotion.
Nate works his jaw while Sunjata goes back and forth, trying to get everything in his head out into the open. If nothing else, he understands the struggle, the way everything seems like too much, not enough for words. He can't imagine being in the twist of this situation, any more than he already is. Can't imagine trying to deal with it. Sitting face to face with someone who he'd been so close to, back from the dead. Just the thought has some deep part of him quaking, before Nate straightens up, mentally and physically, trying to be as much of a support as he can.
Sunjata standing is a surprise, Nate almost rising to follow, but stopping himself, gaze moving once again to Maea. He licks his lips, then nods, settling comfortably back into his seat. "Take as long as you need Sunny." He calls over his shoulder, leaning forward to grab his own glass and sip at it. Pemota hovers outside the door, ready to offer what comfort she can to the attuned, and to ease Nate's worry.
It's a fucked up enough situation that Nate stays quiet for a long time, letting the uncharacteristic silence grow between them until he decides fuck it. "So... what are you planning to do now?"
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
