All Sam could really do in response to Nate's hilariously bad justification was laugh, the sound coming out strangled and bitter as he shook his head, hair falling over his face. Was the world just trying to play one big joke on him? He thought he might be starting to see the funny side - there was only so much tragedy one could take before it became comedy.
He considered for a moment asking the name of who Nate had betrayed him for, but the question wouldn't come out. Knowing would make it too difficult, he thought. Too real. At least if he didn't know details, he could try and stop his mind from imagining it all too much.
Really, he had nothing more to say to Nate at all. Once he'd have rambled, cried, maybe reacted the way he had a couple of Longnights ago (not that he remembered that) - now he just raised his head from his hands and looked Nate in the eyes, face wet with tears and hair a mess, clothes covered in sand and fluid from his earlier fight. "...Get out of my home, Nathaniel. Please don't come back."
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
