You should be living a different life

SAMUEL

Do you remember what you said to me?
'Cause we lost track of time

The letter had been a difficult decision. Sam had suspected that if he had simply never contacted Nate again and let him be, only see him at the odd family meeting, he could get away without ever having another conversation with the man. Leave that particular messy chapter of his life behind and get on with other things, pretend that Nate had never existed, that he'd never lived in Torchline...but it wasn't that simple, now that he owed Nate a considerable favour.

Nate had asked for them to have a clean slate in return for what he had done, and Sam had had little choice but to accept. Knowing he'd have to make good on a visit before guilt consumed him, he had written the letter. Asking Nate to come over for a simple cup of tea; probably not his kind of thing, but...well, Sam wasn't murdering people or running about feral every day.

He waited in his shop, the door shut and the closed sign up so they wouldn't be disturbed, but he had said in the letter that Nate could come in regardless; it wasn't locked. The kettle boiling and some chairs arranged around a small table, Sam tapped his fingers against his thigh as he waited.

Yeah, we lost track of time
You always let me down so tenderly