Nate
Instead of pulling away again, Sam moved closer, clung to him like a buoy in a stormy sea. Nate was fairly certain that everything lied, but that wasn’t an opinion he could voice. At least not right now. He ran a hand up and down the smaller mans arm, trying to offer as much comfort as he knew how. Sam shifted against him, Nate looking down to catch green eyes staring intently up at him, searching for something. He quirked a brow and smiled, a silent reassurance that he was fine, with this, with what Sam thought he’d done. ”That’s... not really how diseases work. You don’t... infect things selectively.” Sure, it was true that he hadn’t been to the Greatwood, but he’d been around the blight, extensively, and he’d suffered no ill effects. Not to mention all the time he’d spent with Sam.
Reaching down to caress Sams cheek, Nate sighed. ”I don’t hate you. And... it’s difficult to hold a mistake against someone. Especially with how sorry you are about it.”
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
