He knows which of the two of them has it worse. Contrary to whatever he'd been trying to say that first night they met, Nate's got the shit end of the stick. Ian goes to work every day in a quiet place doing what he studied to do — granted, he has to reconcile the people he gets fucking killed with his work, but this is life. This is what it is. You don't spit in the face of the gifts you're given from on-high, because turning that down is disrespect. Disrespect is tantamount to death. But at least he has his privacy, and more freedom than Nate ever really will.
Nate's trapped under a microscope, and as if that weren't enough he gets the joy of getting thrust back into the quarry whenever his popularity wanes too much. He gets to periodically relive it all, risk his life, refresh the blood on his hands.
So yeah, Ian will make him fucking breakfast for dinner, and he'll make pancakes instead of waffles, and if he could find any other way to make the world a little softer he'd do that, too.
Like eating side by side in the living room floor, plates on the coffee table, shoulders touching while he subjects Nate to running commentary on something neither of them are really watching. ]
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[ Less smug, more sincere.
He knows which of the two of them has it worse. Contrary to whatever he'd been trying to say that first night they met, Nate's got the shit end of the stick. Ian goes to work every day in a quiet place doing what he studied to do — granted, he has to reconcile the people he gets fucking killed with his work, but this is life. This is what it is. You don't spit in the face of the gifts you're given from on-high, because turning that down is disrespect. Disrespect is tantamount to death. But at least he has his privacy, and more freedom than Nate ever really will.
Nate's trapped under a microscope, and as if that weren't enough he gets the joy of getting thrust back into the quarry whenever his popularity wanes too much. He gets to periodically relive it all, risk his life, refresh the blood on his hands.
So yeah, Ian will make him fucking breakfast for dinner, and he'll make pancakes instead of waffles, and if he could find any other way to make the world a little softer he'd do that, too.
Like eating side by side in the living room floor, plates on the coffee table, shoulders touching while he subjects Nate to running commentary on something neither of them are really watching. ]