Dragging him around the back of the house and inside hadn't been difficult, but rousing Solomon enough to get some blood into his system had given Nathan a bit more trouble. Settling on the comfortable sofa, he forced Solomon to sit upright, taking the other man's face in his hands.
"Wake up." Snappish and impatient, Nathan tapped Solomon on the both cheeks. "Hello?" Snappish and impatient and worried. Idiot. "Wake up, Solomon. What good are you to anyone if you're dead?" His jaw tightened for a moment, but then he saw the barest flash of green; a burst of spring, a sign of life. "There you are." His touch softened and he cupped each cheek, thumbs caressing softly, a small smile on his lips.
"Saya…" Solomon murmured in a tone that was weak and broken and all too familiar to Nathan though the echoes came from long ago.
"I know." His hands slid away from the bloodied face and he snaked his arms around the other man, drawing him close. "Now shut up." His voice lowered and grew serious. "Just drink."
He felt the nose against his neck, the brush of lips, then the sting of teeth sinking in…
"Good." He breathed and closed his eyes, feeling his energy ebb away. He relaxed, feeling fingers tangle slowly into the fabric of his shirt as the man in his arms grew warmer. "Isn't that better?" He chuckled, but black spots where beginning to dance in the corners of his vision. He hated having to push Solomon away. What good are you to anyone if you're dead?
"Nathan…" Solomon's voice was soft.
"Hush." Blue eyes gazed into green, still hazy. "Time to rest now, don't you think?" He smiled thinly, gathering himself. He didn't hear James coming until it was too late.