Sam didn't know how much time had passed when he heard the door open, but it had been long enough that his tea was cold in the cup still clutched in his hands and the tears on his face had dried for the time being, odd oily sheen of fluid clinging to his cheeks. The sound broke him out of a near-trance and he looked over with a hopeful smile, almost bursting into more tears at the sight of Nate.
Oh, what a relief. It was so good to have someone to be with at home, that you could trust.
He supposed it was natural Nate was surprised he was back so soon, but he didn't feel like explaining right away. "It's been a horrible day, Nathaniel. Come here?" Sam opened his arms towards his partner, then frowned as he actually got a good look at him. His clothes and hair were all over the place and his face was covered in a painfully guilty expression, though for the moment Sam merely read it as discomfort. "Are you alright...?"
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
