Tears fill Nathaniel's eyes, because he knows he can't combat this. It isn't like Damian and him fucking. This isn't something that can just be stopped. Nathaniel feels his heart simply ache, sadness covering him like a drowning wave. There's nothing he can do. There's no way to change it, to make anything better.
He opens his mouth to speak, but what comes out is French, and he doesn't understand a word of it. "Asher, my friend. You know I love you. But right now, you need to stop talking before you make things even worse. I can feel Nathaniel's unhappiness like a needle in the back of my head, so I know that all of us are feeling it as well. If you have concerns, and I know you have, then bring them with you when we all convene to discuss this new wrinkle in our situations. But do not punish him for something he could have neither foreseen nor prevented."
Just like that, the overriding presence is gone from his mind, and all Nathaniel wants to do it curl up and cry. He feels twelve years old again, the youngest out of everyone around him, way out of his depth.
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Date: 2009-10-08 09:02 pm (UTC)He opens his mouth to speak, but what comes out is French, and he doesn't understand a word of it. "Asher, my friend. You know I love you. But right now, you need to stop talking before you make things even worse. I can feel Nathaniel's unhappiness like a needle in the back of my head, so I know that all of us are feeling it as well. If you have concerns, and I know you have, then bring them with you when we all convene to discuss this new wrinkle in our situations. But do not punish him for something he could have neither foreseen nor prevented."
Just like that, the overriding presence is gone from his mind, and all Nathaniel wants to do it curl up and cry. He feels twelve years old again, the youngest out of everyone around him, way out of his depth.