( If they had the empathy bond right now, Nate would pick up on the deep pang that runs through his chest. Stronger, maybe, than it'd been before. Although his face stays mostly aloof, a little wry, there's maybe a slightly more telling softness around his eyes. )
Hey.
( It's fucking weird how anxiety can sometimes flip like a switch — almost like it's hard to connect and communicate properly through text, go figure. Settling in, pressed together, making eye contact, it just feels...
Easier.
He lifts a little at the neck, leaning in with only a half-second's pause to press their lips together. )
no subject
Hey.
( It's fucking weird how anxiety can sometimes flip like a switch — almost like it's hard to connect and communicate properly through text, go figure. Settling in, pressed together, making eye contact, it just feels...
Easier.
He lifts a little at the neck, leaning in with only a half-second's pause to press their lips together. )