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You strolled into your room, in much more of a hurry than the boy following you.
You didn't really have any time sensitive thing to do, but forgetting something always frustrated you, felt like wasted time - so you immediately started going through your belongings, trusting Nathan to close the door behind him.
It was the first time he was in your room, so you figured he'd look around, but if there's one thing you didn't expect him to linger on, it was the pill bottle on your nightstand.
"You take this crap, babe?" You threw a glance his way to understand what he was referring to, immediately zeroing in on the bottle he was turning around in his hands. His brows were furrowed, an expression you couldn't quite decipher on his face.
"Yeah? They kind of keep me alive." You turned back to the task at hand, answering him with a shrug of your shoulders, moving from one drawer to another.
"Uh, aren't these, like... mood stabilizers?"
"Antidepressants," you corrected him, casually. "Help me not throw myself off a roof."
A moment of silence followed, before you realized that joke could be concerning to some people. He wasn't "some people", but you still turned slightly to look at him. He looked conflicted, halfway between... concern and sarcasm? Bitterness?
"And you say this shit works for you?" His tone was tinged with sarcasm, but his voice was quieter than usual, and the way he was staring at the pills made you tear away your attention from your search completely, straightening up and stepping closer slowly.
"Baby, I don't mean to... to push you, or diagnose you, or... or whatever, but are you supposed to be on medication you don't take...?" You tried to choose your words carefully, gently putting your hand on his arm. The touch seemed to take him out of his mind, at first pulling back, but in the end he remained close. He looked away, opened his mouth to speak, closed it again, but you waited patiently.
"...m' dad said these things are just for crazy fucking people." He somewhat mumbled, but it didn't stop you from understanding, and you raised an eyebrow.
"Darling, do you think I'm crazy?"
"Yes," he snorted, looking up at you, the corner of his lips turned up, "you're fucking loony."
"That's why you love me." You pressed a kiss to his cheek, relieved to see he had gotten out of whatever made him seem so far away for a moment. You went back to your search.
"But you're serious, about them working?" His tone was strained, but he was still there, with you. You heard him put down the bottle, and felt his eyes on your back.
"100%. I was in a really bad mental space, and I think if I didn't start medication I would've offed myself last year. Had a plan and all." You tried to speak casually, make it no big deal, but it had hit you deep. You didn't like sharing this kind of info - but for Nathan...
He must've heard the pain in your voice, or noticed the way you came to a still while talking, because suddenly he was behind you and his arms were wrapping around your waist and his head was on your shoulder, tilted, pressing soft kisses to your jaw.
"Maybe they're worth it then. Wouldn't have met you otherwise." He was- joking, a breath of a laugh tickling your neck, but there was something else there.
A promise.
He would try.
You smiled softly - until you felt one of his hands move and pat your ass.
"Nate-" You started a half-hearted complaint, before he slipped inside your back pocket and took something out, holding it out in front of your face.
"This what you were looking for?" You could hear the smirk in his voice, as you stared at the USB key in his hand.
You blinked.
"Fuck sake!"