[The pizza arrived. And pizza and chats became something of a regular thing. The temporary housing kept getting pushed out, months of this situation, but Nathan minded it less and less as time went on.
He had bigger problems to deal with. Problems that gave him every reason to get completely drunk one night.
So in he stumbles, at 3:36am, trying to be quiet but very much not.]
[ Matt doesn't sleep with clothes on. Never has. Sharing a room hasn't changed that. Even sharing a room with a gay guy. So when Nate bursts in through the door, much louder than he probably thinks he is, Matt wakes with a start, tangled messily in a sheet ]
Nate? [ He sits up, lifting a hand to rub his head. ]
Fuck, keep it down man. [ He has some time off, and sleep is good. ]
[ In their time sharing a room Matt has learned Nate isn't the biggest drinker, so seeing him walk in slurring like this is... well it's fucking weird. He reaches over and flicks the lamp on before reaching for a pair of joggers on the floor to pull on loosely. ]
Yeah? You don't look fine. And what do you mean not good enough? You're great.
[ He gets up and moves over to him, setting a hand on his shoulder. In his job he's used to seeing people off their face, he knows the signs even without the fact he smells of alcohol. ]
Fucking hell, Nate look at me. Nathan, come on. [ He touches a hand against his cheek, trying to force his gaze. ] Nathan come on mate.
[ He hates seeing the guy look so hurt and upset, especially with those big huge eyes he has, like some shit out of a disney film or something. To think someone upset him makes him bubble with anger. ]
Ah man fuck I'm sorry. Forget about him yeah? It's you that can do better than some knobhead footballer. Way better. Look lets sit you down and get you some water, yeah?
[ Matt moves over and grabs his sports bottle that he filled before going to bed, handing it over towards him ]. Here drink this. [ He... kind of winces a bit because fuck he's on about blow jobs isn't he?
No, no it's fine. It's cool. He likes blow jobs. You know, receiving them. ]
Yeah well you'll find someone even better than that. Not worth keeping someone around just for their mouth.
[ Matt will just take that bottle right off him and twist the top before putting it right back in his hand. ] Drink some water Nate.
And you're going to get someone way better. Someone who gives a shit about you and thinks you're fucking brilliant. Don't ever let anybody make you think otherwise, do you hear me Nathan Jones?
Okay well I make a fucking mean cheese toastie. Or I've got some energy bars here. Anything you like. It's up to you Nate. Gourmet slap up meal for two.
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[ He shakes his head a bit. ]
Nah we're just having fun. Not quite ready for anything serious, you know. But we have fun. She's a confident woman.
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But yeah- Lucy definitely knows what she likes and doesn't mind going after it.
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Yeah well she's definitely that. She's a firecracker that one. Almost gave me a run for my money.
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Not saying you would. Just looking out for her.
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[ He shifts again, from side to side. ]
Where's this fucking pizza.
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He had bigger problems to deal with. Problems that gave him every reason to get completely drunk one night.
So in he stumbles, at 3:36am, trying to be quiet but very much not.]
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Nate? [ He sits up, lifting a hand to rub his head. ]
Fuck, keep it down man. [ He has some time off, and sleep is good. ]
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[He's slurring. And his voice is rough, nose stuffy as if he's been crying.
Because he has.]
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Nate, you okay? Did something happen?
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S'fine. M'fine. Just finding out I'm not good enough. Best to learn it now, yeah?
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[ He gets up and moves over to him, setting a hand on his shoulder. In his job he's used to seeing people off their face, he knows the signs even without the fact he smells of alcohol. ]
Fucking hell, Nate look at me. Nathan, come on. [ He touches a hand against his cheek, trying to force his gaze. ] Nathan come on mate.
Tell me what happened.
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That football player I told you about? Jeffrey. Yeah, well- he said we're done. Guess he figured out he could do better.
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Ah man fuck I'm sorry. Forget about him yeah? It's you that can do better than some knobhead footballer. Way better. Look lets sit you down and get you some water, yeah?
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Yeah. Yeah, okay. [He nods and goes to sit on the nearest surface. Which is Matt's bed.]
It's just... I mean, I liked him. Really liked him. And he was really good with his mouth, you know?
[Oh...well, Nate wouldn't normally talk about this. Especially knowing how it makes Matt feel but. Booze.]
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No, no it's fine. It's cool. He likes blow jobs. You know, receiving them. ]
Yeah well you'll find someone even better than that. Not worth keeping someone around just for their mouth.
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It sure fucking helped, though. He was sweet. Or I thought he was. I dunno.
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And you're going to get someone way better. Someone who gives a shit about you and thinks you're fucking brilliant. Don't ever let anybody make you think otherwise, do you hear me Nathan Jones?
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Maybe. Or maybe I'll be one of those lonely artist types. Happens a lot. Maybe it's something I did.
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[ He reaches up again, turning his face towards him. ]
Fuck him, okay. You will get better. You will get someone that thinks you're fucking amazing. Loves the bones of you. You got that?
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Sorry for waking you.
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