you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
This moment isn’t one that Nate’s ever dreamed of, not one that he’d ever imagined - gods know he’s not that fucking creative - but now that it’s happened, now that he can look down at Sunjata, feel the weight of him in his arms, it’s not a moment he thinks he could live without. He’s coming back. He has to, has to fix his head somehow and come back.
Just for the man in his arms.
A pause, like he’s thinking, like he’s weighing the cost. They’ve already snatched so much, what would one more touch do? And it had worked before, in that breath of anger. Nate is lithe to lighten the pressure around the attuned at all, but one slightly translucent arm flickers, a whisper of static on a screen, skipping the moments that would be spent on movement. Grabbing the corner of the blanket and pulling it up, Nate leans in, hesitating at the last moment. The hand fumbles, thinning out the layer of fabric between them until it’s two scant folds of the blanket. Still, Nate doesn’t move, leaving the last gasp of space between them to be filled by Sunjata.
Just for the man in his arms.
A pause, like he’s thinking, like he’s weighing the cost. They’ve already snatched so much, what would one more touch do? And it had worked before, in that breath of anger. Nate is lithe to lighten the pressure around the attuned at all, but one slightly translucent arm flickers, a whisper of static on a screen, skipping the moments that would be spent on movement. Grabbing the corner of the blanket and pulling it up, Nate leans in, hesitating at the last moment. The hand fumbles, thinning out the layer of fabric between them until it’s two scant folds of the blanket. Still, Nate doesn’t move, leaving the last gasp of space between them to be filled by Sunjata.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
