[He wants to ask. He wants to know just how that sentence was going to end, but he doesn't want to press his luck. The offered hand is a huge step, though. They're in public, after all. People could see that.
Nate moves his hand and rests it on top of Matt's, his fingertips gently tracing circles over his wrist, feeling the rhythm of his pulse, like a drum beat that grounds him in this moment.]
That you're pretty fucking wonderful. And messy. And talented.
[Each word is said with intense sincerity. His mouth curves up into a small smile, his teeth catching his bottom lip briefly before he adds]
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Nate moves his hand and rests it on top of Matt's, his fingertips gently tracing circles over his wrist, feeling the rhythm of his pulse, like a drum beat that grounds him in this moment.]
That you're pretty fucking wonderful. And messy. And talented.
[Each word is said with intense sincerity. His mouth curves up into a small smile, his teeth catching his bottom lip briefly before he adds]
And hot.