- NATE -
I don’t want a world
Without pain or loss
Without pain or loss
"She likes you too much to tell me anything bad about you." Nate murmurs, the huff in his voice mostly fake. It is a sore spot, but in the face of everything else, it's one that's safe to play with, to exaggerate a little bit. And between the joke, somehow still going, and his fingers rubbing slow circles in Sunjata's hair, he can be comfortable, can feel safe.
The feeling lingers as he's moved around on the bed, only the barest amount of work put in by him, a few small movements to make Sunjata's struggle easier. They fit together so easily, and yet somehow, it doesn't quite feel enough. Nate wants to be greedy. He has to win Haai back first though, and that's something he knows how to do. The arm not already wrapped around Sunjata twists back, Nate's shoulder popping in protest, though it's ignored so he can pat the bed behind him, a low whistle leaving him. An invitation for Haai to clamber up close. And when she does, his hand runs through her fur, another, quieter apology. It's not the last, but it's enough for the moment.
Nate turns his full focus back onto the attuned, not bothering to move before he speaks, knowing that the other man will hear his words regardless. "Can I... ask a favour of you?" It's more hesitant than he'd normally be, a touch softer. He tries to not ask for things, and he doesn't like being in this position. "Can you be a panther?" This is the greedy request, but Nate wants, needs the pressure, the constant heavy reminder that he's not alone. If only for the night.
The feeling lingers as he's moved around on the bed, only the barest amount of work put in by him, a few small movements to make Sunjata's struggle easier. They fit together so easily, and yet somehow, it doesn't quite feel enough. Nate wants to be greedy. He has to win Haai back first though, and that's something he knows how to do. The arm not already wrapped around Sunjata twists back, Nate's shoulder popping in protest, though it's ignored so he can pat the bed behind him, a low whistle leaving him. An invitation for Haai to clamber up close. And when she does, his hand runs through her fur, another, quieter apology. It's not the last, but it's enough for the moment.
Nate turns his full focus back onto the attuned, not bothering to move before he speaks, knowing that the other man will hear his words regardless. "Can I... ask a favour of you?" It's more hesitant than he'd normally be, a touch softer. He tries to not ask for things, and he doesn't like being in this position. "Can you be a panther?" This is the greedy request, but Nate wants, needs the pressure, the constant heavy reminder that he's not alone. If only for the night.
I just want them
To mean something
To mean something
