[Contact is grounding. Nate knows from experience what it does for him when he's in his own head, incapable of reaching beyond himself, and it's a relief to see Poe lean into it. It isn't easy, being vulnerable.
When he lost Sam, he was a wreck. Nothing so emotional as frequent open sobbing after the initial shock ran through him like a lightning bolt, but neither was it a good reaction. He waded in fear and loneliness and neglected himself, his health, his connections. He didn't eat and his mind wandered more than it used to and he convinced himself that it was fine, to be half-there.
He's learned.]
If it makes you feel better, I'm not exactly the poster boy for healthy grieving.
[It's presumptuous but he doesn't care: Nate situates himself in a position that advertises an embrace.]
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When he lost Sam, he was a wreck. Nothing so emotional as frequent open sobbing after the initial shock ran through him like a lightning bolt, but neither was it a good reaction. He waded in fear and loneliness and neglected himself, his health, his connections. He didn't eat and his mind wandered more than it used to and he convinced himself that it was fine, to be half-there.
He's learned.]
If it makes you feel better, I'm not exactly the poster boy for healthy grieving.
[It's presumptuous but he doesn't care: Nate situates himself in a position that advertises an embrace.]
Bring it in.