you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
They do have time. A some of that time is spent waiting for the food to bake, a warm quiet moment with a shared coffee and cigarette, and easy, simple words - I’m thinking of starting some herbs inside here; in the springtime we can reinforce the walls, I think it should help with the insulation; we should have a chest of blankets in that corner there, where the porch will go. Less time is spent actually eating the food, a smug smile spreading over Nate’s face while he sips his coffee and watches Sunjata inhale half the dish.
There’s a moment spent tidying up, and a longer one spent in a close kiss, his smile lingering through it, the edges worn down by the weight of the attuneds emotions. I love you. The words mumble through the bond as Nate follows Sunjata to the door, tangling their fingers together as the y go and refusing to let go right away.
“No, I’ll bring some too.” Already Nate’s grabbing for a coat that’s comfortable on him, shoving a pair of thick mittens and a knitted hat into its pocket. He stands in front of the door, not letting it open until he can wrap a scarf around his husbands neck and ears. Pemota watches them finally leave from the kitchen window, a quiet, sullen pulse of ‘Don't make me worry' following them.
There’s a moment spent tidying up, and a longer one spent in a close kiss, his smile lingering through it, the edges worn down by the weight of the attuneds emotions. I love you. The words mumble through the bond as Nate follows Sunjata to the door, tangling their fingers together as the y go and refusing to let go right away.
“No, I’ll bring some too.” Already Nate’s grabbing for a coat that’s comfortable on him, shoving a pair of thick mittens and a knitted hat into its pocket. He stands in front of the door, not letting it open until he can wrap a scarf around his husbands neck and ears. Pemota watches them finally leave from the kitchen window, a quiet, sullen pulse of ‘Don't make me worry' following them.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
