( It’s always easier to feel these things out. To slip into the mind of another and see what it is they’re thinking and feeling, but. This is Sophie and she doesn’t give him much reason to do that, even when he’s gently confused or concerned about something. She’s a telepath like him but, also, a friend - one he just had sex with but, details - and he’s trying to be better with not just barging in on someone’s mind or emotions without asking. Hard for a telepath sometimes, yeah.
Letting his gaze drop, he mulls over that for a moment before he’s rolling onto his back and those blue eyes of his are staring up to the ceiling again, arm there by his head. )
I don’t know if saying what you want is being mean, but.
(She could pry. She is the prying type, see what experiences he has had, if someone has ever teased him stupid, so that this conversation can make more sense, but she won't, no need, doesn't want to. It's fine if he doesn't get exactly what she means, maybe one day, another random night, another random place, another time desire overcomes them, it becomes relevant.
Once he's on his back, she moves so she can half rest on top of him, watching his blue eyes for a second before she presses a kiss to his cheek.)
( He's slowly slipping into his own thoughts — getting lost in them a little — when he's gently pulled from them then with the sudden weight of her there on his chest. Blue eyes blink, hand reaching up to let the tips of his fingers just barely touch the crown of her head, and he huffs a little before he pushes his head back some against the mattress. )
You sort of tired me out.
( But he doesn't regret it and the smile he wears is proof enough of that. )
(With closed eyes, there's no resistance to the touch, Sophie ever so slightly leans into it before she opens them to catch that breath-taking, silly smile.)
You know what? Pretty fair. You can sleep here if you want, you are already here.
( Blue eyes blink their gaze over to her when she goes and says that because... huh. He... hadn't really gotten that far yet — wasn't sure how to play that out, but. Guess they're there now. Fingers gentle in the way they lift from her head, they linger there as he stares to her. )
Do you want me to? I can go if it's easier.
( Because, you know. They live in a mansion with others and all. )
(And although it may sound like a trap, she means it. If he wants to stay, she'll sleep in his arms, comfortably, maybe she rides him at some point before he leaves. If he decides to sleep on his own bed, it won't hurt her feelings, she'll just bask in the feeling of calmness and comfort this brought and be lulled to sleep all the same.)
( He's thinking too much about this, but. Part of him feels, if he leaves, she'll disappear. Like Thren. Like Maddie. Leaving him to wonder what happened, why, and alone again. Except it's not like that. Not here. They're all here for a reason — for their respective worlds — and so there's no reason for her to just disappear on him. Plus, he's technically the one leaving in a number of days anyways with his volunteering for Solmara, so. Which, you know, is the whole reason he's here in the first place. Incentive to come back.
Choosing to sit up on his arms, he runs a hand down over his face and reaches out with it then to pull his shirt over from across the room. Pulling that on over his head, he shifts around in it for a second before he's looking back over to her, flicking hair out of his face as he does, then leans over and kisses her swiftly. )
Aren't you going to kick me out and say it was fun?
( Grin playful on his lips, he pulls her clothes over as well from across the room, holding them out for her to take. )
(A kiss from Nate Grey is never going to be unwelcome, even if she rolls her eyes a little that he is much more dressed than he was a moment ago.
She hears the insecurity in his brain, paired with those words. That's a very big assumption, although it's a fair one — and weirdly, it has nothing to do with Cuckoo behavior whatsoever. That's a new one. It makes her eyebrows frown a little, because if it were due to her, she'd be able to take it easier. It's just karma, she earned it.
But it isn't, so she moves to sit, puts on her pants and cardigan before her index finger moves across his lips.)
It was very fun, but, hey. I'm not ghosting you or anything. I'm a big girl, I can put on my big girl pants and tell you if anything comes up. We're friends, anyway. That's important. You can sleep in peace.
( For as much as he hates when other telepaths are snooping around — or trying to — there's moments, such as this, where it gives a sort of unspoken understanding that might be difficult to convey through words. Sometimes because he doesn't want to. Sometimes because he doesn't even realize what he's feeling. But the reassurance she gives him in her own Sophie Cuckoo way has those blue eyes of his stare to her... and he never truly realized how much he needed something like that from Thren or even Maddie. Not until now anyways.
His grin falls to a quiet smile and his gaze drops as he swallows. He's not about to call her out on picking out those insecurities dancing around in his head. Instead, he presses his brow to hers, lets his eyes fall shut for a moment, then he's looking down between them, sitting there with her. )
Maybe I could nap for a bit... wouldn't want to fall out of the sky because you tired me out so much.
( His words are soft and meant to be playful, but. They also carry with them that gentle loneliness he more often than not tries to ignore. )
(The issues of being a telepath are plenty, but the issues of being a nosy one is that sometimes, you hear things you might not like hearing, and it's your own fault. She knows he's lonely, she felt it in his soul, in the way he moved, sometimes in the way he looks at her. She's not too different, after all.
And the way he moves tells it to her once again, and she isn't... Ugh, so, empathy? That's never been her thing, and when it is, she would rather drown it. Feelings suck, but she's trying to feel hers a little more. Sometimes, she manages, others, she fails. Right now, it's a win on the Sophie Cuckoo Improvement Route as she lets her thumb caress his cheek, climbing onto his lap so she can have this conversation and have him focused.)
One moment of your attention before you fall asleep for the next five days.
( When she finds her way into his lap, he gently drapes his arms around her waist, more as a means to have them do something than just lay there at his sides. There’s curiosity in those blue eyes of his at what she says and then he has to huff and roll his eyes some before he’s looking back to her with a raised brow albeit gently playful. )
(As in, she will definitely sleep for five days. Or hope to. God, she's tired.
Okay, so, she's actually really shitty with words, with communication, with talking — not unlike what he experienced. Telepaths... See things differently, experience the world so uniquely that when they are the ones who must speak, well.
It's hard to verbalize, which is why she takes a moment to consider exactly what it is that she wants to say.)
I was your friend and I had your back before, I'm the same thing after. Fucking you and being there for you are two things that are, uh, completely unrelated things, alright?
(... She considers it some more before she pinches the bridge of her nose. That was not a great speech. She sucks at this. Kill her. #GGSOPHIE)
But what she says has him stay quiet — has his gaze drop down in thought for only a moment before he’s looking back up to her. He figures she must have felt his thoughts surrounding Thren and Maddie — thoughts he never really allows to manifest beyond the complicated and disheartening feelings he carries for both women in his life that are… gone. Again. He almost feels annoyed at himself for letting that slip up some, but. Instead, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip and smiles some as he sits there with her. )
Yeah. Was kind of hoping we were friends.
( Because he can’t claim he sleeps with random people, so.
Ducking his head some as a means to look up to her some, the smile he wears is both lazy and soft. )
(She is still in misery land for a while, still deep in regret that this is why we can't have nice things. Maybe! Maybe she should not have said anything at all, because that was a lame, lame, not fabulous way to put it. Ugh, does she need to practice honest talks and late night convos more often, so she doesn't feel half as embarrassed by it one day?
Dear Lord. Sorry, Nate, right now she isn't even listening to your thoughts, she wants the Earth to swallow her—
What? Once she opens his eyes, he's smiling??? And thanking her??? What the fuck??? Is??? Happening???
Sophie error 404.)
... Yeah. Sure. Don't mention it. Like, ever, preferably. Good night.
( He's... a little confused?? With her reaction to his reaction. But he sits there, arms loose around her still and blinks a couple times before he gives a thoughtful glance around the room, then looks back to her with a raised brow. )
Kind of hard to sleep when you're in my lap like this.
( It's soft and playful, much like the chuckle on his lips. )
(It's okay. Welcome to the Cuckoo-in-Improvement mindset. It's a rollercoaster of emotions. But at least the embarrassment completely escapes her mind with his flirting. For one second, she smiles with her gaze down before it raises back to him, along with a single eyebrow arc.)
Should I leave it so you can sleep, or should I stay and give you a reason not to?
(Wasn't she exhausted? Yes. Also. Consider. Nate Grey is under her. Why is she like this? But at least this is the little flirty waltz they were doing ever since day one, so she has no idea where it will go anyway.
Her tone is as playful as his, the laugh ever so present in her words.)
You know, I totally don't mind at all, but wow, guess my legs forgot how to move.
(Okay, that is actually funny, and she wrinkles her nose before she lets out a laugh, hands moving to caress his cheeks before she presses a lingering, but chaste kiss to his lips.)
( The sweetness of that kiss draws a hum from deep in the back of his throat and hands smooth gently along the small of her back there, keeping her in his lap despite his suggesting she could get off. )
(She is still without her top, the cardigan keeping her covered. It feels good against her bare skin under it, with the weight of his hand as she settles a bit more comfortably on his legs.)
I actually really do, but your lap is definitely more comfortable.
( A glance down between them, he leans back then — rests on an arm while his other slips away from around her waist a little, hand coming to hold her hip instead. He's in that white t-shirt of his again but the sleeves aren't rolled up since it had been taken off earlier. Still, his muscles are there and he tilts his head some as he looks to her there on his lap. )
And how long you planning to stay comfortable like this?
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Date: 2025-05-13 07:03 pm (UTC)Letting his gaze drop, he mulls over that for a moment before he’s rolling onto his back and those blue eyes of his are staring up to the ceiling again, arm there by his head. )
I don’t know if saying what you want is being mean, but.
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Date: 2025-05-13 07:24 pm (UTC)(She could pry. She is the prying type, see what experiences he has had, if someone has ever teased him stupid, so that this conversation can make more sense, but she won't, no need, doesn't want to. It's fine if he doesn't get exactly what she means, maybe one day, another random night, another random place, another time desire overcomes them, it becomes relevant.
Once he's on his back, she moves so she can half rest on top of him, watching his blue eyes for a second before she presses a kiss to his cheek.)
You look really sleepy, though.
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Date: 2025-05-13 07:28 pm (UTC)You sort of tired me out.
( But he doesn't regret it and the smile he wears is proof enough of that. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 07:37 pm (UTC)You know what? Pretty fair. You can sleep here if you want, you are already here.
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Date: 2025-05-13 07:43 pm (UTC)Do you want me to? I can go if it's easier.
( Because, you know. They live in a mansion with others and all. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 08:30 pm (UTC)(And although it may sound like a trap, she means it. If he wants to stay, she'll sleep in his arms, comfortably, maybe she rides him at some point before he leaves. If he decides to sleep on his own bed, it won't hurt her feelings, she'll just bask in the feeling of calmness and comfort this brought and be lulled to sleep all the same.)
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Date: 2025-05-13 08:59 pm (UTC)Choosing to sit up on his arms, he runs a hand down over his face and reaches out with it then to pull his shirt over from across the room. Pulling that on over his head, he shifts around in it for a second before he's looking back over to her, flicking hair out of his face as he does, then leans over and kisses her swiftly. )
Aren't you going to kick me out and say it was fun?
( Grin playful on his lips, he pulls her clothes over as well from across the room, holding them out for her to take. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 09:45 pm (UTC)She hears the insecurity in his brain, paired with those words. That's a very big assumption, although it's a fair one — and weirdly, it has nothing to do with Cuckoo behavior whatsoever. That's a new one. It makes her eyebrows frown a little, because if it were due to her, she'd be able to take it easier. It's just karma, she earned it.
But it isn't, so she moves to sit, puts on her pants and cardigan before her index finger moves across his lips.)
It was very fun, but, hey. I'm not ghosting you or anything. I'm a big girl, I can put on my big girl pants and tell you if anything comes up. We're friends, anyway. That's important. You can sleep in peace.
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Date: 2025-05-13 10:08 pm (UTC)His grin falls to a quiet smile and his gaze drops as he swallows. He's not about to call her out on picking out those insecurities dancing around in his head. Instead, he presses his brow to hers, lets his eyes fall shut for a moment, then he's looking down between them, sitting there with her. )
Maybe I could nap for a bit... wouldn't want to fall out of the sky because you tired me out so much.
( His words are soft and meant to be playful, but. They also carry with them that gentle loneliness he more often than not tries to ignore. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 11:40 pm (UTC)And the way he moves tells it to her once again, and she isn't... Ugh, so, empathy? That's never been her thing, and when it is, she would rather drown it. Feelings suck, but she's trying to feel hers a little more. Sometimes, she manages, others, she fails. Right now, it's a win on the Sophie Cuckoo Improvement Route as she lets her thumb caress his cheek, climbing onto his lap so she can have this conversation and have him focused.)
One moment of your attention before you fall asleep for the next five days.
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Date: 2025-05-13 11:55 pm (UTC)Five days is a bit much, don’t you think?
( Just saying, but. )
I’m listening.
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Date: 2025-05-14 12:03 am (UTC)(As in, she will definitely sleep for five days. Or hope to. God, she's tired.
Okay, so, she's actually really shitty with words, with communication, with talking — not unlike what he experienced. Telepaths... See things differently, experience the world so uniquely that when they are the ones who must speak, well.
It's hard to verbalize, which is why she takes a moment to consider exactly what it is that she wants to say.)
I was your friend and I had your back before, I'm the same thing after. Fucking you and being there for you are two things that are, uh, completely unrelated things, alright?
(... She considers it some more before she pinches the bridge of her nose. That was not a great speech. She sucks at this. Kill her. #GGSOPHIE)
... That's it. Now you can nap.
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Date: 2025-05-14 12:11 am (UTC)But what she says has him stay quiet — has his gaze drop down in thought for only a moment before he’s looking back up to her. He figures she must have felt his thoughts surrounding Thren and Maddie — thoughts he never really allows to manifest beyond the complicated and disheartening feelings he carries for both women in his life that are… gone. Again. He almost feels annoyed at himself for letting that slip up some, but. Instead, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip and smiles some as he sits there with her. )
Yeah. Was kind of hoping we were friends.
( Because he can’t claim he sleeps with random people, so.
Ducking his head some as a means to look up to her some, the smile he wears is both lazy and soft. )
I know though… but thank you for saying it.
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Date: 2025-05-14 12:26 am (UTC)Dear Lord. Sorry, Nate, right now she isn't even listening to your thoughts, she wants the Earth to swallow her—
What? Once she opens his eyes, he's smiling??? And thanking her??? What the fuck??? Is??? Happening???
Sophie error 404.)
... Yeah. Sure. Don't mention it. Like, ever, preferably. Good night.
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:14 pm (UTC)Kind of hard to sleep when you're in my lap like this.
( It's soft and playful, much like the chuckle on his lips. )
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:19 pm (UTC)Should I leave it so you can sleep, or should I stay and give you a reason not to?
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:32 pm (UTC)Not trying to keep me here a little longer, are you?
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:34 pm (UTC)Me? No, sir, definitely not.
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:42 pm (UTC)( Even as he says that, it's with a quiet little grin on his lips. )
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:47 pm (UTC)Her tone is as playful as his, the laugh ever so present in her words.)
You know, I totally don't mind at all, but wow, guess my legs forgot how to move.
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:57 pm (UTC)Not trying to get me to float you around, are you?
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:00 pm (UTC)God, not at all.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:03 pm (UTC)No? And here I thought you liked when I did that.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:10 pm (UTC)I actually really do, but your lap is definitely more comfortable.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:15 pm (UTC)And how long you planning to stay comfortable like this?
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