[ He's expecting a refusal, to be honest — he'd have banked more on a no than a yes just because it's a big thing. The thought of sharing those last few minutes watching his mom go would give him a knee-jerk aversion response before he even really processed the request. Logically, he admits it might help — rather, it might have helped him back then, when it was still only six months old.
He parts his lips to say as much — those polite things people say after 'no' they'd already eben expecting, really, it's okay, you don't have to- but Nate cuts that off at the knees.
Wrong time, wrong place, the annoying thing about an empathy bond is you can't pick and choose and screen what you feel like you could probably do with thoughts alone. Recite the alphabet over and over again in your head all you want, you can't do that with your emotions. Cold fingers wrapping around his wrist sends through a sharp and bright awareness through his bones, sensory static and sunlight before Nate's pressing sincerity sweeps it away. Fleeting enough to ignore entirely, hopefully, to focus on the actual subject at hand.
Amusement follows - grim, not remotely cheerful. He accepts the answer, just... the reason he's given, not so much. ]
Don't worry about me. I promise I've seen worse.
[ Than the sky, the trees, and a peaceful death. He's not what's important right now anyway. He's trying to be the comforter, not the comfortee. ]
no subject
He parts his lips to say as much — those polite things people say after 'no' they'd already eben expecting, really, it's okay, you don't have to- but Nate cuts that off at the knees.
Wrong time, wrong place, the annoying thing about an empathy bond is you can't pick and choose and screen what you feel like you could probably do with thoughts alone. Recite the alphabet over and over again in your head all you want, you can't do that with your emotions. Cold fingers wrapping around his wrist sends through a sharp and bright awareness through his bones, sensory static and sunlight before Nate's pressing sincerity sweeps it away. Fleeting enough to ignore entirely, hopefully, to focus on the actual subject at hand.
Amusement follows - grim, not remotely cheerful. He accepts the answer, just... the reason he's given, not so much. ]
Don't worry about me. I promise I've seen worse.
[ Than the sky, the trees, and a peaceful death. He's not what's important right now anyway. He's trying to be the comforter, not the comfortee. ]