you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Okay. Okay. Couch it is. Easy, just break it into steps again, break it down until you’re hardly doing anything at all. A trick Nate’s been using his whole life. Step one: pull away from Sunjata. Just lean back. Just move. But he can’t, Nate can’t do this one simple thing, can’t keep moving.
Hands move up his arms, giving him something to move his grip to, something to squeeze. He’s not used to be being led around, but Nate leans into it easily this time, letting Sunjata get him back on track. At least until the order to sit comes. ”Y’okay.” He agrees, leaning after the attuned and reaching out to let a gloved hand linger on a furry shoulder. When the first blanket comes out, realization dawns across his face, and Nate finally sits with a huff, letting himself be covered and all but trembling with an obvious anticipation.
This is an imprecise science, but Nate would take a burn in exchange for closeness. His single eye moves to meet steel, warm and eager and absolutely willing to at least try.
And just like with the gloves, it feels too easy, feels like a cheat that could backfire at any moment. Nate doesn’t let out a breath this time, simply reaching up to try and gain as much closeness between them as possible, careful to keep a thick buffer of blanket between them. A single hand lifts, the ascended struggling to keep himself covered and wrap an arm around Sunjata, while the other shuffles the blankets around even further, so Nate can rest his chin on his husbands head.
I miss you. He thinks softly, warmth and comfort spreading through the bond. Staticky arms appear to wrap around the other man as well, Nate squeezing him tight and close. I love you so much.
Hands move up his arms, giving him something to move his grip to, something to squeeze. He’s not used to be being led around, but Nate leans into it easily this time, letting Sunjata get him back on track. At least until the order to sit comes. ”Y’okay.” He agrees, leaning after the attuned and reaching out to let a gloved hand linger on a furry shoulder. When the first blanket comes out, realization dawns across his face, and Nate finally sits with a huff, letting himself be covered and all but trembling with an obvious anticipation.
This is an imprecise science, but Nate would take a burn in exchange for closeness. His single eye moves to meet steel, warm and eager and absolutely willing to at least try.
And just like with the gloves, it feels too easy, feels like a cheat that could backfire at any moment. Nate doesn’t let out a breath this time, simply reaching up to try and gain as much closeness between them as possible, careful to keep a thick buffer of blanket between them. A single hand lifts, the ascended struggling to keep himself covered and wrap an arm around Sunjata, while the other shuffles the blankets around even further, so Nate can rest his chin on his husbands head.
I miss you. He thinks softly, warmth and comfort spreading through the bond. Staticky arms appear to wrap around the other man as well, Nate squeezing him tight and close. I love you so much.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
