i'll turn myself into a gun, because it's all i have, because i'm hungry and hollow
The reassurance has Nate nodding, whether or not he really believes it. He decides he does, which has to be as good as anything, right? He just wishes he could apply the same logic to himself, wishes he could say ’I’m fine, really’ and believe it. Maybe one day. Nate’s train of thought is derailed by the question that has him swallowing thickly, unwilling to answer with I don’t know. There’s nothing else to say though, is there?
It takes him far long er to come up with something than he wants to think about, his brows pulling together as Hotaru’s lips brush against his face. ”What you’re doing.” It’s not more, but the want is implied, especially as Nate shifts to lean in close, trying to hide his face in the crook of her neck. He’s trying to drown the world out with the sound of her pulse, the feeling of her warmth, however dull both of these things are.
It takes him far long er to come up with something than he wants to think about, his brows pulling together as Hotaru’s lips brush against his face. ”What you’re doing.” It’s not more, but the want is implied, especially as Nate shifts to lean in close, trying to hide his face in the crook of her neck. He’s trying to drown the world out with the sound of her pulse, the feeling of her warmth, however dull both of these things are.
and just want something to call my own
NATE
