wittingly: (I Fᴇʟʟ Iɴ Lᴏᴠᴇ Aɴᴅ Mʏ Lᴏᴠᴇ Sᴛɪʟʟ Gʀᴏᴡs)
ɪᴀɴ ғᴏᴡʟᴇʀ ([personal profile] wittingly) wrote in [personal profile] nonscriptum 2021-06-02 08:59 am (UTC)

Shit--

( Congrats on your rare feat, Nate. That hand comes down on his shoulder and Ian's body immediately jolts, shoulders lifting a couple inches like he's about to roll out of this hammock through sheer reflex. As soon as he realizes who it is, he eases back down. )

Hey. I'm cool.

( A little wry, self-deprecating humor to kick things off, apparently.

He thinks about talking about it. Maybe something along the lines of 'hey man, I feel like we had a weird, tense little moment back there, what's up?' He second guesses and talks himself out of it in about 1.5 seconds. Is he seriously about to make a big fucking deal out of two texts and Nate taking a walk? Jesus Christ, Fowler, can you just chill out?

Instead, he goes with:
)

Check out my genius idea.

( He rolls out of the hammock properly to reach over to the hammock next door a couple feet away. Matter-bends it off its anchor, and moves it right up next to his. Knits the two of them together with a glow.

His gesture reads: ehh?
)

I call it 'two hammocks'.

( What he means is, 'it's no bed but hey look we can fit side by side in this thing lying down and probably not feel like a mesh bag of oranges, please lie down with me'. )

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