NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
Nate was trying to... well, he really didn’t know. Give Sam some space, maybe, hovering just outside the door of their shared room. Or save himself from what he knew was coming, the pain, the dealing with the relationship he’d fallen into. Things were easier when he moved fro one night stand to one night ya did, never getting to know anyone, not really. This was something he wasn’t really prepared for
Screaming, muffled but unmistakeable, echoes through the door. He couldn’t hold back anymore, Nate tugged the door open and rushed in, coming upon a sight that made his chest throb painfully. Almost immediately, he started moving, body on autopilot while his brain worked overtime to try and cope with the situation. A hand came down on Sams shoulder, heavy, but warm.
”Hey.” He said softly, once he had some of Sams attention. Nate was fighting a battle to keep his composure, and he was losing, fear and panic and things he hadn’t felt in a very long time making his eyes glassy, his voice hoarse. ”C’mere.” It wasn’t a request, or a question. As he spoke Nate crouched down, trying to pull Sam up and onto his lap, into his arms, sitting on the bed proper.
Screaming, muffled but unmistakeable, echoes through the door. He couldn’t hold back anymore, Nate tugged the door open and rushed in, coming upon a sight that made his chest throb painfully. Almost immediately, he started moving, body on autopilot while his brain worked overtime to try and cope with the situation. A hand came down on Sams shoulder, heavy, but warm.
”Hey.” He said softly, once he had some of Sams attention. Nate was fighting a battle to keep his composure, and he was losing, fear and panic and things he hadn’t felt in a very long time making his eyes glassy, his voice hoarse. ”C’mere.” It wasn’t a request, or a question. As he spoke Nate crouched down, trying to pull Sam up and onto his lap, into his arms, sitting on the bed proper.
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
