if you really don't mind, take me as i am, take me as i am, when you get a chance
take your time, i understand, believe me when i say i carry all my sins
take your time, i understand, believe me when i say i carry all my sins
”Good. Okay.” His voice is so calm, so casual. It doesn’t give away any of his sparking worry, though it begins to grow in Nate, fed by the feeling coming off Sunjata, by his own inability to cope. And even if it doesn’t taint his voice, the feeling does have his arms squeezing around his husband tighter, another shaky breath pulled in and he tries to pull shy jata closer while maintaining that cloaking darkness.
If Nate knew what thoughts exactly his words had inspired, he would be horrified. Ashamed. Maybe even enough to be properly truthful. But right now, like this, it feels like all he can do it try to mitigate it, try to soothe the wound he’d made, unintentionally or not. He’d meant every word, meant the fact that he didn’t mean to hurt the other man, especially not here.
The fervent shake of Nate’s head is immediate, even if it takes him a moment to find the words, to translate them to Korofi, wanting to offer the ease of it after the stress Hes causing. ”Nee, ek hanteer dit.” Forget saying too little, it would have been better to not say anything. To not stir up all of this worry and fear. And he doesn’t now how to lie and make this better, and he especially doesn’t know how to be honest. ”Dis... niks sleg nie.” Nothing that would end in anything bad for Sunjata, at least.
”Asseblief moet nie bekommerd wees nie.” Somehow, Nate keeps the edge of desperation from his voice, though he can’t stop it drifting between them, an uncomfortable edge pressing at the shared choke chain of worry. Please trust me. Don’t worry.
If Nate knew what thoughts exactly his words had inspired, he would be horrified. Ashamed. Maybe even enough to be properly truthful. But right now, like this, it feels like all he can do it try to mitigate it, try to soothe the wound he’d made, unintentionally or not. He’d meant every word, meant the fact that he didn’t mean to hurt the other man, especially not here.
The fervent shake of Nate’s head is immediate, even if it takes him a moment to find the words, to translate them to Korofi, wanting to offer the ease of it after the stress Hes causing. ”Nee, ek hanteer dit.” Forget saying too little, it would have been better to not say anything. To not stir up all of this worry and fear. And he doesn’t now how to lie and make this better, and he especially doesn’t know how to be honest. ”Dis... niks sleg nie.” Nothing that would end in anything bad for Sunjata, at least.
”Asseblief moet nie bekommerd wees nie.” Somehow, Nate keeps the edge of desperation from his voice, though he can’t stop it drifting between them, an uncomfortable edge pressing at the shared choke chain of worry. Please trust me. Don’t worry.
NATE
