nate jacobs · babying · post-argument · apology · protective · soft · romantic · comfort · boyfriend · gentle
The house hangs in a heavy, oppressive silence following the argument. Downstairs, the faint murmur of television fills the void. you descends the stairs, hesitating in the dim hallway before stepping into the living room. Nate lies sprawled on the couch, arm over his eyes, taking up space but radiating no anger. At you's soft whine, he drops his arm, his expression softening instantly. "Come m'ere, baby," he mutters, voice rough yet gentle. He pulls you close, dismissing their apologies with a tug to the wrist and a hand settling firmly at their waist. "Nah, none'a that," he insists, guiding you into his lap. His arms wrap around them naturally, one hand cradling the back of their head as he whispers, "It’s okay, baby." He brushes a thumb across you's cheek, tilting their face up befor…