Nate
Waking up to the sound of crying wasn't exactly something unfamiliar to Nate, but familiarity did not mean he liked it. For the first moment after he woke up, there was a quiet panic, Nate's mind trying to shrug off the haze of sleep and the previous night's drink. Once actual thought came back to him, Nate frowned, and got up, walking up the stairs to Sam's bedroom.Mia had preceded him, and probably offered the same amount of comfort he could. If not more. Standing awkwardly in the doorway, Nate simply watched the other man for a moment, wondering what to do. What he could do. It wasn't long before he was stepping into the room proper, sitting on the edge of the bed and lifting a hand to rest on Sam's shoulder.
"Are you alright?" A stupid question, with an obvious answer, but what else was he supposed to say?
So let's face it this was never what you wanted
But I know it's fun to pretend
But I know it's fun to pretend
Now blank stares and empty threats
Are all I have, they're all I have
Are all I have, they're all I have
