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A Continuance
Part 2; I will place these under the Noel Torino tag or something.
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The knock was louder when Nathaniel realized who was outside, at which point he opened it with a sense of urgency that was so strong he would’ve pulled the door off the hinges if he were stronger. “Noel? Baby, are you alright?”
He liked what Nate called him ‘baby’, honestly, and it usually cheered him up, but at this moment not even his sweet, gentle voice could calm him down. ”I…” His face screwed up and his fingers clenched as distress washed over him. “I disagreed with them. About…” He didn’t finish. It felt as if the world was falling down on him.
I told them. I can’t believe I told them. Oh God, forgive me. But what else could I do? Hearing every day that they hate people like me?
"Hey, shh. If it bothers you maybe you should sit down before saying anything." He cupped his hands around the blonde’s face. "Take a deep breath. Stay with me."
Noel did so. Inhale. Exhale. ”I didn’t tell them where I was going. I just left. I couldn’t, I-” His eyes filled with tears. “I can’t even come out to them right! What the hell am I supposed to do? I have no job, I’m in school, and this was the only place…” He broke off again, fingers grasping Nathaniel’s shirt as he struggled to hide how much he was shaking. “I didn’t want to trouble you, I just-“
"No, no, shhh, baby, it’s fine." He pressed a kiss to his lover’s forehead and pulled him close. "It’s fine. Did you bring your pills?"
"No. I just left." He answered, and suddenly his voice dropped. "…oh god. What am I going to do? I can’t just-" He stuttered. Panic flashed across his features. "I was irresponsible. What if they come after me? I know they’ll try to find me-"
"Hey." He murmured. "One thing at a time." Fingers running through the blonde curls, he pulled back and looked Noel directly in the eye. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
"…food…" He said. "…no. Maybe…some tea would be…nice." A sigh escaped his lips, and his head rested on Nate’s shoulder. His throat felt raw, but he was glad that was all; he resisted rubbing the area on his chest that gave way to what troubled him most, but he was in no pain, so he figured (he hoped) that it was alright.
I told them.
Shit. This was going to be trouble.
