That frown tugs hard at his heart and he aches to make things better. Just wanting to hold him closer, keep him near and make sure he's okay. As if he can fix it all and he knows that he can't, but he can offer what he can.
Peter stays where he is, staring at Nate's profile as he speaks.
"I knew you were serious," he whispers softly when Nate said that. "And I wasn't sure you weren't going to. I know it's been awful, but you can't give up. Even when it hurts. Because you lose everything when you do."
He speaks softly, just wanting to try and help, and worrying that in the end it might still end up happening. In one breath to the next, this could be his last moments with Nate and he would lose all of this. Forever. Without knowing he had it.
"I'm sorry..." Words he again gently offers, sincerely meaning them as well.
Shifting there on the bed, he sits himself up, sheets pooling around his waist and he leans back on his arms, looking around their room some. Their room. Something that he would have forgotten — that he would have made Peter forget if he had gone through with his threat. He feels bad now for even considering it. But in the moment? He hadn't cared. He just didn't want to feel anything anymore.
"I don't want to lose everything with you... I'm tired of losing things... losing people." Looking over to Peter then, he frowns again. "Can you forgive me?"
He whispers his name softly, hurting for him. For what he's lost and all he aches for still that this place has taken from him.
He doesn't stop him from sitting up, only moving to watch him. He hates that twinge of fear that Nate will get up and leave in that moment. But he watches him, trusting him despite what they've been through in the last twenty-four hours.
That question though makes him move to sit up, sliding his hand along Nate's arms.
"There's nothing to forgive, but you're forgiven anyway," he whispers softly. "Yeah, it scared me but the emotions that led to it? I get that."
How many times had he wanted to forget everything to forget Gwen's death? He knew those feelings.
He remembers something Scott had said to him when his mother had done things with her own powers— when she had threatened to unleash in ways that would carry consequences with them for so many, and Nate had been the one to try and talk her down; he really is his mother's son in that regard.
"Love me and trust me..."
Because he can't be fixed or— he shouldn't be, that is.
He shifts, moving to sit up himself so he's facing Nate fully. He takes his hands in both of his hands and stares at him intently.
"I trust you. With all my heart. With my life even," he says, giving Nate's hands a squeeze. "I will always love you. No matter what. Even if... even if you tried to make me forget, I know I would still love you."
Maybe it's foolish to say but he believes it. For how deep he can love, he believes it.
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Peter stays where he is, staring at Nate's profile as he speaks.
"I knew you were serious," he whispers softly when Nate said that. "And I wasn't sure you weren't going to. I know it's been awful, but you can't give up. Even when it hurts. Because you lose everything when you do."
He speaks softly, just wanting to try and help, and worrying that in the end it might still end up happening. In one breath to the next, this could be his last moments with Nate and he would lose all of this. Forever. Without knowing he had it.
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Shifting there on the bed, he sits himself up, sheets pooling around his waist and he leans back on his arms, looking around their room some. Their room. Something that he would have forgotten — that he would have made Peter forget if he had gone through with his threat. He feels bad now for even considering it. But in the moment? He hadn't cared. He just didn't want to feel anything anymore.
"I don't want to lose everything with you... I'm tired of losing things... losing people." Looking over to Peter then, he frowns again. "Can you forgive me?"
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He whispers his name softly, hurting for him. For what he's lost and all he aches for still that this place has taken from him.
He doesn't stop him from sitting up, only moving to watch him. He hates that twinge of fear that Nate will get up and leave in that moment. But he watches him, trusting him despite what they've been through in the last twenty-four hours.
That question though makes him move to sit up, sliding his hand along Nate's arms.
"There's nothing to forgive, but you're forgiven anyway," he whispers softly. "Yeah, it scared me but the emotions that led to it? I get that."
How many times had he wanted to forget everything to forget Gwen's death? He knew those feelings.
"What can I do to help?"
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"Love me and trust me..."
Because he can't be fixed or— he shouldn't be, that is.
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He shifts, moving to sit up himself so he's facing Nate fully. He takes his hands in both of his hands and stares at him intently.
"I trust you. With all my heart. With my life even," he says, giving Nate's hands a squeeze. "I will always love you. No matter what. Even if... even if you tried to make me forget, I know I would still love you."
Maybe it's foolish to say but he believes it. For how deep he can love, he believes it.