This time, as Nate came towards him, Sam easily leaned into the touch. His face leaned into Nate's shoulder and his tears soaked into his shirt, a hand clutching at the fabric over his chest. Even like this, though, he grumpily responded with: "No. I know I did it. The Voice doesn't lie." Which was true, technically. She had never said he wasn't spreading the Blight, she had just...neglected to mention it.
He didn't know why Nate wasn't sick, that was true. Sudden worry shooting through him he looked up to stare at his face, blinking back tears, scared he'd sudden see the Blight take over Nate's kind eyes. But nothing happened and he leaned back in. "I think...it has something to do with the Greatwood, too. It was spread from there first, because I went there. So maybe...because you haven't been there..."
"Everyone is going to hate me." Sam stated simply, staring out at the corner of the room.
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
