[ Ian's hand is warm and dry around his wrist, an anchor in increasingly jarring swells that serves to quiet his own anxieties by pushing several of Ian's own. It's a little funny how so many of the same sentiments crop up, nudging their way into his mind like inquisitive tendrils, heavy with a relief that washes over him. A much friendlier tide.
Nate exhales through his nose, watching the pad of Ian's thumb rub his skin and letting the stutter-stop prickle of being seen ebb and flow with his own insecurities, his own fears. He huffs a laugh at the observation, somewhat self-deprecating, because complex shit feels like it's being generous. Understatement of the century.
He had so much, until he didn't. Until he had to start over from scratch and didn't think he had it in him to do so. Being in the Aerie was a tacit reminder that he can't live without connections anymore and he doesn't know why he was trying so hard to do exactly that. Under no expectations that this will even remotely resemble any dynamic from that alternate world Nate somehow finds the uncertainty easier to cope with, to accept. His adaptability building the perfect beast for the occasion.
The point being, he's just a man. And it's just a date. ]
If you're okay with that. [ His arm turns slightly in Ian's grasp, fingertips to the inside of his wrist. ] I really don't want to do it alone.
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Nate exhales through his nose, watching the pad of Ian's thumb rub his skin and letting the stutter-stop prickle of being seen ebb and flow with his own insecurities, his own fears. He huffs a laugh at the observation, somewhat self-deprecating, because complex shit feels like it's being generous. Understatement of the century.
He had so much, until he didn't. Until he had to start over from scratch and didn't think he had it in him to do so. Being in the Aerie was a tacit reminder that he can't live without connections anymore and he doesn't know why he was trying so hard to do exactly that. Under no expectations that this will even remotely resemble any dynamic from that alternate world Nate somehow finds the uncertainty easier to cope with, to accept. His adaptability building the perfect beast for the occasion.
The point being, he's just a man. And it's just a date. ]
If you're okay with that. [ His arm turns slightly in Ian's grasp, fingertips to the inside of his wrist. ] I really don't want to do it alone.