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Nathaniel Matthews
Former Firefly | 21 | Current location ;; North Dakota
“I would frankly be worried if you could,” Nate answered. That would mean that his nightmares were significantly worse than they already area, and he was certain that they were not fun now. If they shared a bed, Nate could be there the moment he realized that they were happening. He would not have to hope that he heard from across the room and was awake enough to get out of the bed and make it to the next just for him to pull him out and then stay there. Wrap his arms around Alex until it all went away, and then stay there longer until whatever was haunting him realized that it was no longer welcome. Breathing in the scent of his monkey man. Holding him until they fell back asleep, Alex resting against Nate’s chest, and Nate using Alex’s head as a pillow.
Well, that is some kind of daydream, isn’t it? Nate, my lovely self, I think we have a problem.
“But, um, that’s just a fantasy,” he said, cutting off the rest of the daydream of them and the fantasy of this farmhouse. “I don’t know if that’s even feasible. I only met people like that who had it before Outbreak Day.”
Former Firefly | 21 | Current location ;; North Dakota
“I would frankly be worried if you could,” Nate answered. That would mean that his nightmares were significantly worse than they already area, and he was certain that they were not fun now. If they shared a bed, Nate could be there the moment he realized that they were happening. He would not have to hope that he heard from across the room and was awake enough to get out of the bed and make it to the next just for him to pull him out and then stay there. Wrap his arms around Alex until it all went away, and then stay there longer until whatever was haunting him realized that it was no longer welcome. Breathing in the scent of his monkey man. Holding him until they fell back asleep, Alex resting against Nate’s chest, and Nate using Alex’s head as a pillow.
Well, that is some kind of daydream, isn’t it? Nate, my lovely self, I think we have a problem.
“But, um, that’s just a fantasy,” he said, cutting off the rest of the daydream of them and the fantasy of this farmhouse. “I don’t know if that’s even feasible. I only met people like that who had it before Outbreak Day.”