Nate's eyes were glazed over, his head resting to the side. He tried to nuzzle into the hand that stroked him, wanting more than anything to be held by him. He was in such a state of euphoria he wasn't sure when he would come down from it. He'd do anything Alan asked of him he was so broken. And yet he knew Alan didn't want to do more to him at the time. It was alright. He wished he had a way to tell him that everything was okay, but he mouth wouldn't form words. Nate struggled to get into the tub, falling into it ungracefully. But he ended up relaxing against Alan's chest.<br/><br/>He let Alan bathe him, coming slowly down from subspace. He didn't understand it, not yet. His hole was pulsing with aftershocks and he trembled in the hot water. "Okay," he finally whispered, voice slightly hoarse. "Thank you." He closed his eyes, nearly drifting off until Alan stirred him and helped him out of the shower. He took whatever Alan gave him, and within an hour it numbed everything inside of him, leaving him in a drowsy, compliant state. Alan tucked him into bed and Nathaniel slept for two days.<br/><br/>The rest of his heat cycle went that way, with very little sex between them. There was a bit of tensions, and Nate could sense Alan wanted to do more to him. But it wasn't something he could easily address when his body was in such a state of turmoil.<br/><br/>Finally it ended. Nathaniel felt more bonded with Alan. The morning the heat ended, Nathaniel showered and got up before Alan to go prepare a hearty breakfast for both of them. Nathaniel had lost a few pounds, so he prepared blueberry pancakes with glazed strawberries and maple sausage and scrambled eggs. Oranges were squeezed into glasses for both of them. He was decent, dressed in pajama pants and a long shirt that went to his knees.<br/><br/>He waited for Alan to sit before he sat down. "How is your leg doing? I hope I didn't put much stress on it." Like always it was difficult for Nate to remember.