Nate
Nate rubbed his face with his free hand, stifling a sigh. He didn’t know how to really deal with... everything Sam was doing at the moment. Things had never really affected him like this, and it wasn’t like he had a lot of experience with a nurturing touch.That didn’t mean this couldn’t be a reason to start though.
”Look... you don’t need to be sorry. Maybe... maybe you did cause this. But you didn’t mean it. Clearly. I mean, look at you. I’ve never seen a man so sorry for anything, and... I’ve seen a lot of sorry people.” Nate tried to chuckle, hoping it would draw the same out of the other man.
It felt strange, and good, to be trying to comfort Sam. And the face against his chest made Nate feel like... maybe he was doing something right. Like he could actually build somethingdor himself, with Sam, and Mia worming her way in between them.
So let's face it this was never what you wanted
But I know it's fun to pretend
But I know it's fun to pretend
Now blank stares and empty threats
Are all I have, they're all I have
Are all I have, they're all I have
