this thing we keep

NATE

Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?

Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?

Nate listened to Sams fears with a worried twist in his mouth, a far cry from his usual jovial mask. Something had said he was marked? That was far more worrying than anything else, especially when it wasn’t something Nate could try to explain away. ”Someone would have noticed if anything got in by now, wouldn’t they?” It was all he could offer at the moment.

Sam knew more about this world, this event than he did, but Nate was hoping that his words might be a balm of some kind, something to help settle their collective anxieties. His arms wrapped around Sam tighter, Nate holding him close like he could somehow take away the pain, emotional and physical. It was a nice thought, at least.

Sams drinking, and the pleasure that came with it, might actually do them some good. At least a moment of calm, of not worrying about what the darkness outside might bring. ”I think that might be a good idea.” Nate said softly, shifting to give Sam access to his wrist and neck both, offering the other a choice. It made him laugh a little, like he was a menu off of blood and feeling.

And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?

But stick around until you hear
that music play again