[ How is it he manages to do that? To say something that's completely fucking overwhelming in a breath that seems so easy. It's almost enough to have him choked up, and it silences him for a moment, just looking at him. How could he have ever hurt him like he did? A pang of guilt spikes again, he doubts it'll ever stop. ]
You sure? [ he asks, as though he'd be intruding if he did. But he wants to, he really does. He wonders if that shows, and he doubts it does. He hates that he doesn't know how to make that clear. Does Nate even really realise how he feels about all of this? About him? ]
Just let me go clean up, yeah? [ Nice as lying there is, chilling out still wearing a used condom and a hand covered in come isn't his ideal. ]
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You sure? [ he asks, as though he'd be intruding if he did. But he wants to, he really does. He wonders if that shows, and he doubts it does. He hates that he doesn't know how to make that clear. Does Nate even really realise how he feels about all of this? About him? ]
Just let me go clean up, yeah? [ Nice as lying there is, chilling out still wearing a used condom and a hand covered in come isn't his ideal. ]