you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
It isn’t that he gets lost in the choking fog of Sunjata’s emotions. It’s the opposite, for all the difference it makes. Nate leans into the brush of emotions, less intense than his own anger had been, than his own sorrow had been, but better than the burnt out hollow within him. He should have said anything, shouldn’t had thought anything, and that regret is the first skittering feeling that comes from him. Inky, viscous despair follows, as Sunjata goes just as blank as he feels, cutting off this last, parasitic connection abruptly.
Better to be an emotional voyeur than it is to be alone, isn’t it? He can’t really tell right now.
Nates face still hides behind his husbands shirt, not moving, not breathing. A response bubbles slowly through his mind, slogging through the miasma of his thoughts. I know. You... He hesitates, a bright, glowing crack of leaking anger opening, and cooling again in a breath, a heartbeat, though neither of those things thump through him.. You don’t have to keep saying it.
Better to be an emotional voyeur than it is to be alone, isn’t it? He can’t really tell right now.
Nates face still hides behind his husbands shirt, not moving, not breathing. A response bubbles slowly through his mind, slogging through the miasma of his thoughts. I know. You... He hesitates, a bright, glowing crack of leaking anger opening, and cooling again in a breath, a heartbeat, though neither of those things thump through him.. You don’t have to keep saying it.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
