It's not the same as standing at a cliff side helplessly watching a young man ache with loss, but echoes of it are similar. The loss of the bond is nowhere near as harrowing, of course it isn't, but it still hurts, and he still feels almost as useless here.
He'll do math about it, he wasn't joking. The phrasing was meant to be light, but the grain of truth in it was very real. He'll figure something out, somehow. He just... can't do anything about it now.
Here, much like then, he erases the space between them for want of any better way to solve the problem. Forehead to forehead, nose to the side of nose, a gentle but urgent nudge. The hand still wrapped around Nate's pulls it in so he can flatten it against his own chest at the center of his ribs. )
I'll fix it.
( There's a completely unfounded confidence in his murmur, but his tendency to get obsessed with some things is inflating that stupid sense of certainty. )
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It's not the same as standing at a cliff side helplessly watching a young man ache with loss, but echoes of it are similar. The loss of the bond is nowhere near as harrowing, of course it isn't, but it still hurts, and he still feels almost as useless here.
He'll do math about it, he wasn't joking. The phrasing was meant to be light, but the grain of truth in it was very real. He'll figure something out, somehow. He just... can't do anything about it now.
Here, much like then, he erases the space between them for want of any better way to solve the problem. Forehead to forehead, nose to the side of nose, a gentle but urgent nudge. The hand still wrapped around Nate's pulls it in so he can flatten it against his own chest at the center of his ribs. )
I'll fix it.
( There's a completely unfounded confidence in his murmur, but his tendency to get obsessed with some things is inflating that stupid sense of certainty. )
Just be patient for me.