"It might be how this disease works though. The Voice...shes not...the same as everyone else." Sam quietly despaired, desperate to keep himself in the blame. Though this was likely true - The Blight did not seem to follow the same rules as any other illness. It had spread so quickly, to trees first, from unaffected Ascended...he had not heard of anything like it.
Still though, he felt comforted by the hand on his cheek and leaned into the touch. "I am...very sorry about it. I really am. But I don't know if that's going to matter for anyone else."
Miserable, he pressed his face into Nate's chest, breathing him in. Perhaps it was inappropriate, to take such clear comfort from the man when they were not officially involved, but it was comfort Sam sorely needed. Mia, disgruntled from being booted from her position on his lap, 'mrrp'-ed and squeezed her way between them, drawing a weak laugh from him.
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
