[ Nate shouldn't have taken a walk and put distance between what already feels like a bunch of weird distance, but Hell, what else is he supposed to do? Pretend it doesn't trouble him that sincerity makes Ian buckle and fold like a house of cards? The jokes are for hiding and he knows that, would be able to feel around them in another world to understand the intent, but Nate doesn't know anymore.
The walk is unproductive for anything other than overthinking things before shoving them into a box and he knows, he knows he can't pressure this man. It would be so unbelievably unfair.
He finds him in the bunks area after dinner, deep in thought in the way that makes his forehead crinkle. Nate doesn't greet him properly until he's close, touching the edge of the hammock and then Ian's shoulder. ]
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The walk is unproductive for anything other than overthinking things before shoving them into a box and he knows, he knows he can't pressure this man. It would be so unbelievably unfair.
He finds him in the bunks area after dinner, deep in thought in the way that makes his forehead crinkle. Nate doesn't greet him properly until he's close, touching the edge of the hammock and then Ian's shoulder. ]
Hey.