i don't know where home is, but i suppose it's anywhere i go that's any good at all
There's no real chance for Nate to work himself up again, to worry about expectations and the weight of his words, his worry, because it's far too easy to lean into Sunjata, to focus on the hand in his hair. To murmur an I love you that would need to be repeated until his voice is gone to share even a fraction of the intensity of it.
Already, all of this feels lighter, the teasing tone actually sticking, his lips actually curling up properly. He's glad, for everything he's done with the other man, every connection they've tied to each other. Whatever they have, whatever they're doing, it's worth more than any sham marriage, or stumbling relationship held up only by rules and ego. "I know we do." Nate concedes, after a moment, still thinking about always, about time they might not have, and he knows it's going to come sooner, rather than later. "Maybe next time I carry you home." He jokes, trying to think of better times, and how easy it sounds to reveal things to someone more fucked up than he feels saying them.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, darling." Nate reaches up to hook an arm around Sunjata's neck, keeping him pulled close, the other arm wrapping around the attuned's middle and doing the same. They'd been pressed together so long, so often, that even an inch of space felt like too much. "I should be thanking you though." It was a rarity that he worked himself into this point, and having Sunjata there kept him from sinking worse than he had.
It doesn't mean he's not drained from the experience, as he leans, maybe a little too heavily against the other man. "Dishes can wait." Nate decides, leaning into the trust he know Sunjata has in him and taking a step forward, meaning to lead the other man towards the couch, to spend the rest of the morning in a lazy tangle. And... maybe talk more, maybe reveal some of his past. Maybe... something else though. He hasn't decided, won't decide until they're sitting.
Already, all of this feels lighter, the teasing tone actually sticking, his lips actually curling up properly. He's glad, for everything he's done with the other man, every connection they've tied to each other. Whatever they have, whatever they're doing, it's worth more than any sham marriage, or stumbling relationship held up only by rules and ego. "I know we do." Nate concedes, after a moment, still thinking about always, about time they might not have, and he knows it's going to come sooner, rather than later. "Maybe next time I carry you home." He jokes, trying to think of better times, and how easy it sounds to reveal things to someone more fucked up than he feels saying them.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, darling." Nate reaches up to hook an arm around Sunjata's neck, keeping him pulled close, the other arm wrapping around the attuned's middle and doing the same. They'd been pressed together so long, so often, that even an inch of space felt like too much. "I should be thanking you though." It was a rarity that he worked himself into this point, and having Sunjata there kept him from sinking worse than he had.
It doesn't mean he's not drained from the experience, as he leans, maybe a little too heavily against the other man. "Dishes can wait." Nate decides, leaning into the trust he know Sunjata has in him and taking a step forward, meaning to lead the other man towards the couch, to spend the rest of the morning in a lazy tangle. And... maybe talk more, maybe reveal some of his past. Maybe... something else though. He hasn't decided, won't decide until they're sitting.
NATE
