there's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly
”Sorry,” I’m sorry. Nate coos immediately, fingers stroking along the spot he’d plucked the hair from. He doesn’t know how to explain, doesn’t know if he even should, or if the moment should be left as an uncomfortable hiccup.
Choosing the latter, at least for the moment, Nate shifts closer again. A frown crosses his face when the attuned sets his bowl down, though it fades somewhat as he’s tugged into the newly opened space against Sunjata. It’s rare that Nate is willing to admit he needs to be held, rarer still for him to actually allow it to happen, but he sinks into his husbands arms.
Thats not the point. Nate huffs, pressing his forehead into the crook of Sunjata’s neck. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. As much as he would have wanted to remember the attuned whole and well, it was no excuse to forget anything, to settle for half memories of the bad.
Sunjata’s unvoiced thought is correct - this doesn’t help. But it’s something Nate needed to get off his chest, some weight lifting off his shoulders. He leans up, pressing his lips the edge of the others man’s cheek, along the very edge of the newest scar crossing his skin. We can make better memories now. Perhaps he’s only so insistent because of the circumstances, because he needs this to be better than it has been. Youre back with me, and we have time again, and...
Honestly, Nate doesn’t know beyond that. He’s just glad for a tomorrow, after everything.
Choosing the latter, at least for the moment, Nate shifts closer again. A frown crosses his face when the attuned sets his bowl down, though it fades somewhat as he’s tugged into the newly opened space against Sunjata. It’s rare that Nate is willing to admit he needs to be held, rarer still for him to actually allow it to happen, but he sinks into his husbands arms.
Thats not the point. Nate huffs, pressing his forehead into the crook of Sunjata’s neck. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. As much as he would have wanted to remember the attuned whole and well, it was no excuse to forget anything, to settle for half memories of the bad.
Sunjata’s unvoiced thought is correct - this doesn’t help. But it’s something Nate needed to get off his chest, some weight lifting off his shoulders. He leans up, pressing his lips the edge of the others man’s cheek, along the very edge of the newest scar crossing his skin. We can make better memories now. Perhaps he’s only so insistent because of the circumstances, because he needs this to be better than it has been. Youre back with me, and we have time again, and...
Honestly, Nate doesn’t know beyond that. He’s just glad for a tomorrow, after everything.
NATE
