[ Nate doesn't even hesitate. It's instinctual, innate, the kind of hair-trigger, knee-jerk reaction that comes to you out of nowhere, the same sort of reflex as when a fragment of building fails under his hand and the bottom drops out and he has to latch onto the nearest grip.
He takes the throw pillow next to him and, in a perfect mimicry of the last time he committed this exact atrocity on this exact couch, turns and deliberately presses it against Ian's face to stem the flow. ]
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He takes the throw pillow next to him and, in a perfect mimicry of the last time he committed this exact atrocity on this exact couch, turns and deliberately presses it against Ian's face to stem the flow. ]