[That's... not exactly the expected reaction, a heavy sigh and a tight grasp, almost as if he doesn't want to let go. The bad arm won't be bad forever, not when Anders has something to say about it, and... A tiny suspicion begins to bloom, fostered by the glances Zevran had been giving the both of them, the mention of a wait, and that Nate could always see his beauty and his light. It's impossible, though, because Anders is Anders. No one could want him for more than just sex. He's a danger. A threat.
And until this moment he'd had no clue how much he might want to be wanted by the best person he knows.
It would be a disaster. It's stupid to even think about it. And he's entirely reading into such small things, that can't be what is going on here. Nate's just nervous about rejection, or something.
He realizes he's been quiet for a stretch of time now, and still doesn't know what to say.]
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And until this moment he'd had no clue how much he might want to be wanted by the best person he knows.
It would be a disaster. It's stupid to even think about it. And he's entirely reading into such small things, that can't be what is going on here. Nate's just nervous about rejection, or something.
He realizes he's been quiet for a stretch of time now, and still doesn't know what to say.]
Is... everything all right?
[Yeah, no, that was not the right thing to ask.]