[ Nate watches Ian move into his kitchen, retrieving something, stuck staring at the line of his shoulders like they're somehow going to give him the words he has to say.
He can't be this reluctant, he can't act like this is the verbal equivalent to pulling teeth even if it feels that way, but more than anything Nate knows that saying it makes it that much more real. Makes it concrete. Makes it so the other things attached to it are foregone conclusions and they'll never see a resolution. ]
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[ Nate watches Ian move into his kitchen, retrieving something, stuck staring at the line of his shoulders like they're somehow going to give him the words he has to say.
He can't be this reluctant, he can't act like this is the verbal equivalent to pulling teeth even if it feels that way, but more than anything Nate knows that saying it makes it that much more real. Makes it concrete. Makes it so the other things attached to it are foregone conclusions and they'll never see a resolution. ]
You asked why I'm not trying to go home.