Sam was so wrapped up in his thoughts (not that they were very clear. They swirled about, dark and despairng, just a chorus of you did this over and over) he did not hear Nate enter, did not notice him stood watching. It was only when there was a touch on his shoulder he flinched and whipped up, scrambling backwards as if scared he was about to be struck.
For a moment he stared, breathing heavily in panic, before he realised who it was and slowly relaxed, though looked just as distressed. "...No. No, I'm not. I..." He bit his lip, wondering if he wanted to tell Nate about the dream. He didn't know how much the man knew about the Blight, all that had been going on...would he be sympathetic? Or would he call Sam a monster?
Deciding it was best to be vague at first, he finally said: "I think I might have done something awful, and there's nothing I can do to stop it now."
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
