"You are what I want, and if your safety and comfort means I have to protect the band myself then so be it Charles." Nathan said, for once without hesitation or doubt.
Two klokateers entered the room after a careful knock at the door. The first was carrying two heaping plates of rich, cheesy pasta with enough chicken for a family. The second had a tray of equally decadent desserts to follow up with. Without a word, Charles' moved his laptop as they sat the feast down to be shared by the two of them. When the carafes of juice arrived the food in its entirety nearly covered the surface of the desk.
Nathan stood up and pulled his chair as close as he could to Charles, practically on his lap as he held the man in a tight embrace. Charles began nibbling on his lunch, unable to wait any longer. Nathan planned to do the same, but more so to avoid eye contact. Sitting next to Charles, Nathan grabbed his plate off the desk and started to dig in.
In between bites Nathan would look up quickly to make sure Charles was eating his fill. It was second nature by this point, regardless of the conversation at hand. He had so quickly grown accustom to filling Charles, overfilling him, and even encouraging him to do the same on his own time.
He didn't want to let on that the topic of Charles' weight had him in a state of panic. He definitely was not ready to discuss the consequences, or the potential of any of this coming to an end. This is what both of them needed, even if this meant concern for Charles' health or mobility. Nathan racked his brain. Why did it matter so much to him, why did the threat of all this being over bring him to tears?