she's a goddess, every movement she makes blinding and striking, and what he can't take his mind off of is the fact she's with him in his embrace.
With his lean arms still held around her, she snuggles more into his scarf, silky blue hair tied into a messy bun which he can't understand and although she's looking at the TV in front of them, Natsu can tell she's about to say something.
"Definitely beats watching them two, eh?"
Her voice is rough and so desperate that he can't help but want to look in her eyes for a clue that she's okay. But they both know that ever since the incident, they're both just two people looking for warmth and someplace to call home.
Home. He hasn't said that word until he met her, the blonde haired woman whose name he used to worship until he found out that she was already locked in another's embrace. He hasn't said it again, no, but Natsu knew it wouldn't take long for both of them to crack and start a new relationship.
A small part of him hopes that it's with them two, the man who's lost to the world and a woman who's been betrayed by her most loved.
Usually he's not this protective, not this fragile with others.
Usually he doesn't spend days from work preparing the house waiting for another who's newer to the heartbreak.
All he knows is that for now, they've made friends and maybe more out of each other, and to get out of this realm of depression, they'll grab each other and clumsily pull the other over the long, winding steps.