there's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly
There’s no shift on his face at all, a poker face that he’s perfected in the last few days settled over him perfectly. Honestly though, he’s not concerned. Vai knows what she’s doing, she wouldn’t leave Sunjata to suffer. A more thorough exam can come later, after the elation of their reunion.As long as it’s out of you. Nate tries to make it joking, tries to lighten the heavy miasma surrounding them, but it doesn’t leave him right, it sticks in his mouth in all the wrong ways and comes out sad.
Nate doesn’t know the memories his new scars stir up, though if he spared a moment of thought to it, instead of his own prideful self consciousness, he might be able to figure it out. He leans into the hand on his face instead, fighting the urge to let his eyes flutter shut. Obviously. Takes more than... Actually, that’s not a sentence he wants to finish, not a path he wants to follow in the least.
Have you eaten? The words come so suddenly they seem to surprise even Nate. It’s perfect though, a practical distraction, an excuse to enter the kitchen and settle in together. An excuse to return a spark of warmth back to the home. I’ll make... something.
Nate doesn’t know the memories his new scars stir up, though if he spared a moment of thought to it, instead of his own prideful self consciousness, he might be able to figure it out. He leans into the hand on his face instead, fighting the urge to let his eyes flutter shut. Obviously. Takes more than... Actually, that’s not a sentence he wants to finish, not a path he wants to follow in the least.
Have you eaten? The words come so suddenly they seem to surprise even Nate. It’s perfect though, a practical distraction, an excuse to enter the kitchen and settle in together. An excuse to return a spark of warmth back to the home. I’ll make... something.
NATE
