NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
Though his face didn’t lose its smile, there was an apology in Nate’s eyes, a wince that was felt in the way his hand tightened around Sams wrist when he screamed. He hated this. But it was for the best. ”I’m sorry.” Nate said softly, pulling the other man in close. He gave him a moment, then pulled Sams hand close again, this time simply wrapping it with clean bandages. Even if they didn’t help with the pain, they did help keep the wound out of sight.
”You’re okay.” Nate promised, his hand stroking along Sams back now that he was taken care of. The words felt like a lie, but sometimes all someone needed was reassurance. Not That Nate thought that was all Sam needed, but maybe it would help? _say]”What were you saying? You’re worried?” His voice was gentle, encouraging. Trying to draw words back out from the ginger man, in the hopes that it would help something. Nate didn’t know what.
”You’re okay.” Nate promised, his hand stroking along Sams back now that he was taken care of. The words felt like a lie, but sometimes all someone needed was reassurance. Not That Nate thought that was all Sam needed, but maybe it would help? _say]”What were you saying? You’re worried?” His voice was gentle, encouraging. Trying to draw words back out from the ginger man, in the hopes that it would help something. Nate didn’t know what.
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
