( the same can be said for natee, can't it? that at some point, whenever that may be, he'll be fine. for now, in this moment and these past few days, he isn't and hasn't been, but. one day, he will be. that's just how it goes. especially for people like them.
when the embrace suddenly comes, tight as it is, nate is left both stunned and speechless and just accepts it as those arms wind fierce around him. trapped within muscle and against the warmth of a man he cares for dearly. it nearly shatters some part of him to feel even through this mental moment here between them and he's silent for a long stretch as he just remains there. against steve. having fallen to one knee.
with hands still touching at the other man's elbows, he blinks those blue eyes of his a couple times and looks past them to their apartment windows there nearby. it's only after a moment that he presses the palm of his hand against the other man's back. a gentle and soft touch. )
[ it's real enough that steve sags against him the moment he doesn't pull away, soaking up the way it feels and how reassuring it is that nate isn't running. he will, probably. this is only temporary, the way their arrangement had been temporary, and steve thinks he should have tried harder to show just how much he enjoyed having nate around.
the quiet didn't feel so lonely. their relationship felt... natural.
but it was always something he had to give up, and he thinks about that even as the hand against his back settles there. light and careful. a presence he still misses and will if nate continues to believe he needs to be alone. time will always heal, but it's a ragged mess of phantom pains it leaves behind. so, he turns into nate and hugs him even tighter, tucking his face against his shoulder and waiting until he relents just a little more. ]
( he could just... disappear. he knows he can β knows maybe he should, but. nate's always been a rather emotional sort of person, despite how cold he can, at times, come off. when he needs to be. must get that from his father.
he could just disappear from steve's arms and leave it at that β leave the man to be here by himself with his alcohol until he finds the means to reach out to someone else and yet... he doesn't. not yet at least. he knows he needs to, but. he hates that he's hurt steve with this, even if it's something he needs and wants for himself.
face tucked against his shoulder, he turns his head some, trying to get a look at steve. his hand remains there on the other man's back, weight pressing on his knee, and he swallows then, letting those blue eyes fall shut again. )
This doesn't change how I feel about you. ( he says then. ) Even though I know you'll tell yourself otherwise. But it doesn't. I promise.
[ it's almost like he expects those words as soon as nate says them, finding some relief in their closeness but not completely. all his life, he's watched people come and go around him. he's had to let go of people before, never ready for it and never certain how to proceed after, and right now, he doesn't know if he can allow nate to have that space. he should. he knows he should, but it's hard when his own feelings are so deeply tangled in it.
but... ]
I'm not questioning how you feel. [ it's soft, though a little more put-together than everything that's come before. ] I don't like the thought of you being alone. [ the way he pauses then is heavy. ] Even if that's what you need.
[ but his grip on nate does loosen, warring with himself as he does. it's what has to happen, and he needs to let it or he won't budge. ]
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when the embrace suddenly comes, tight as it is, nate is left both stunned and speechless and just accepts it as those arms wind fierce around him. trapped within muscle and against the warmth of a man he cares for dearly. it nearly shatters some part of him to feel even through this mental moment here between them and he's silent for a long stretch as he just remains there. against steve. having fallen to one knee.
with hands still touching at the other man's elbows, he blinks those blue eyes of his a couple times and looks past them to their apartment windows there nearby. it's only after a moment that he presses the palm of his hand against the other man's back. a gentle and soft touch. )
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the quiet didn't feel so lonely. their relationship felt... natural.
but it was always something he had to give up, and he thinks about that even as the hand against his back settles there. light and careful. a presence he still misses and will if nate continues to believe he needs to be alone. time will always heal, but it's a ragged mess of phantom pains it leaves behind. so, he turns into nate and hugs him even tighter, tucking his face against his shoulder and waiting until he relents just a little more. ]
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he could just disappear from steve's arms and leave it at that β leave the man to be here by himself with his alcohol until he finds the means to reach out to someone else and yet... he doesn't. not yet at least. he knows he needs to, but. he hates that he's hurt steve with this, even if it's something he needs and wants for himself.
face tucked against his shoulder, he turns his head some, trying to get a look at steve. his hand remains there on the other man's back, weight pressing on his knee, and he swallows then, letting those blue eyes fall shut again. )
This doesn't change how I feel about you. ( he says then. ) Even though I know you'll tell yourself otherwise. But it doesn't. I promise.
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but... ]
I'm not questioning how you feel. [ it's soft, though a little more put-together than everything that's come before. ] I don't like the thought of you being alone. [ the way he pauses then is heavy. ] Even if that's what you need.
[ but his grip on nate does loosen, warring with himself as he does. it's what has to happen, and he needs to let it or he won't budge. ]