[ Nathan feels ashamed to have brought them to this point. What did they intend to do in the first place...? He doesn't know. But he knows that he looks up and is wide-eyed as he feels her pressing her lips to his forehead. And he reaches out now to brush his hands over th back of his neck, running his hands through her hair, gently, coaxing --
He wants to ...
He wants a lot. ]
It's... true. [ . . . ] I guess it really doesn't matter right now.
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He wants to ...
He wants a lot. ]
It's... true. [ . . . ] I guess it really doesn't matter right now.