// It's not enough that I'm running on empty
I had to go and run out while I had you in the car with me //
I had to go and run out while I had you in the car with me //
“Why the fuck should we believe you?” Nate sounds nearly as hoarse as Sunjata is, a fact that doesn’t stop him from screaming, leaning over the table just so he can rage more effectively in her face. “You’re a fucking liar!” Nothing thats come out of her mouth so far has made sense, has cracked through the haze of defensive anger swaddling Nate. “Deimos was already inside? How?! If you kicked everyone out after?”
Honestly, Nate could give a fuck about her words, about what she has to say about anything. “And who told him about the Advocates Hotaru? Who put the fucking idea in his head?” A hysterically angry laugh leaves Nate, his head thrown back as the sound scrapes out of him. “Yea, it sounds like you tried real fucking hard to stop him.” He steps around the table, coming close and then stopping, fists clenched at his side. “Does it look like we’re in fucking Halo? Are you talking to the fucking Warden? Deimos might be guilty, but you’re the fucking monster who put all this shit in motion.”
Nate can feel it, can feel himself getting to the point where thought simply stops, where it’s replaced by a trembling, uncontrollable rage. He draws back, straightening up and pulling on the smoke between his lips until it’s burnt down to the filter in some vain attempt to not do something he’ll regret. Stepping back, Nate turns his back to the hybrid, rubbing his mouth and taking the chance to look at Sunjata, his brows furrowed.
It’s almost enough for him to take a breath, to pull himself back together, except... they were living euphorically? He turns slowly, while Sunjata flares his wings. “Are you fucking delusional?” Right up until the last word his voice is a hiss, his fist coming down on the table to emphasize his last word with a crack, very nearly buckling the abused wood. “We talked. In the Climb. Days after. That was euphoric?” But no, this was never about them, was it? It was all about her, her hurt feelings. “Fuck you. Fuck you.”
Sunjata’s rage silences Nate, though his face stays twisted. He’d expected this, he’d already closed himself off to the hurt as much as he could. This was what people did, they hurt you, they reach in and they try to dirty things they have no right to. He knows that. But to feel his husbands reaction to it, to feel the pain there, it makes him tremble and quake like a child again.
“You did move on! We got left behind, and then you fucking come back in to drive a fuckin’ knife in you hypocritical, vindictive bitch!” He tries to swallow back the venom, tries to not let his bellowing words drown out Sunjata’s silent ones, but he can’t stop himself. “You got exactly what you wanted, and it didn’t matter who you fucking hurt. Doesn’t matter that you fucked us up, doesn’t matter that you might’ve fucked up a gay, married man’s relationship, you got your baby, and you got your revenge.” He claps sarcastically, the hand that had struck the table already blotted with silvery bruises. “Congratu-fuckin-lations.”
Honestly, Nate could give a fuck about her words, about what she has to say about anything. “And who told him about the Advocates Hotaru? Who put the fucking idea in his head?” A hysterically angry laugh leaves Nate, his head thrown back as the sound scrapes out of him. “Yea, it sounds like you tried real fucking hard to stop him.” He steps around the table, coming close and then stopping, fists clenched at his side. “Does it look like we’re in fucking Halo? Are you talking to the fucking Warden? Deimos might be guilty, but you’re the fucking monster who put all this shit in motion.”
Nate can feel it, can feel himself getting to the point where thought simply stops, where it’s replaced by a trembling, uncontrollable rage. He draws back, straightening up and pulling on the smoke between his lips until it’s burnt down to the filter in some vain attempt to not do something he’ll regret. Stepping back, Nate turns his back to the hybrid, rubbing his mouth and taking the chance to look at Sunjata, his brows furrowed.
It’s almost enough for him to take a breath, to pull himself back together, except... they were living euphorically? He turns slowly, while Sunjata flares his wings. “Are you fucking delusional?” Right up until the last word his voice is a hiss, his fist coming down on the table to emphasize his last word with a crack, very nearly buckling the abused wood. “We talked. In the Climb. Days after. That was euphoric?” But no, this was never about them, was it? It was all about her, her hurt feelings. “Fuck you. Fuck you.”
Sunjata’s rage silences Nate, though his face stays twisted. He’d expected this, he’d already closed himself off to the hurt as much as he could. This was what people did, they hurt you, they reach in and they try to dirty things they have no right to. He knows that. But to feel his husbands reaction to it, to feel the pain there, it makes him tremble and quake like a child again.
“You did move on! We got left behind, and then you fucking come back in to drive a fuckin’ knife in you hypocritical, vindictive bitch!” He tries to swallow back the venom, tries to not let his bellowing words drown out Sunjata’s silent ones, but he can’t stop himself. “You got exactly what you wanted, and it didn’t matter who you fucking hurt. Doesn’t matter that you fucked us up, doesn’t matter that you might’ve fucked up a gay, married man’s relationship, you got your baby, and you got your revenge.” He claps sarcastically, the hand that had struck the table already blotted with silvery bruises. “Congratu-fuckin-lations.”
NATE
