NATE
If it's all under control
Then what the hell am I doing
Then what the hell am I doing
Despite himself, the tears that threaten to drop, Nate does chuckle at her outburst, unable to truly disagree. ”Sometimes, yeah.” He’d had his own share of frustrations, hadn’t he? Things he’d learned to accept, that didn’t come close to outweighing the good, not least of all the seemingly intentional proclivity to attract disaster and injury. ”He’s still trying to figure out the best way to do this though. They way we grew up, you don’t share anything.” Nate doesn’t mean for it to sound like an excuse, though best intentions don’t mean anything.
It’s not the sensation that’s important, not really. It’s the sentiment, the act of reaching out, battered and bruised and terrified of the yawning chasm of the future, but still trying to live in the moment. To seek and offer comfort. ”I know you will.” Nate murmurs softly, his arms tightening around Mel. ”You know if I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t.”
It’s not the sensation that’s important, not really. It’s the sentiment, the act of reaching out, battered and bruised and terrified of the yawning chasm of the future, but still trying to live in the moment. To seek and offer comfort. ”I know you will.” Nate murmurs softly, his arms tightening around Mel. ”You know if I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t.”
Yelling for nothing at all
And wondering how this all happened
And wondering how this all happened
