Nate
”Why does it have to be poor faith? Why can’t it be... knowing you well?” Nate asked, mock offended. The act was quickly given up, unable to withstand Sam sticking his tongue out. It was a rare treat to see the ginger so relaxed, even in his own home. The brightness didn’t last though, Nate shifting to be more comfortable and making a sympathetic noise. He took a moment to really think about his words, wanting them to be all the things Sam needed to hear. ”People like that... they just do whatever they can to stick to their own beliefs, and avoid things they disagree with. Sometimes there’s no reaching them.” As he spoke he ran a hand up and down Sams back, fingertips barely ticking against the curve of his spine.
An eyebrow quirked up when Sam frowned, a silent show of confusion. ”Not all of them. Only the ones I can’t diagnose any other way.” Though he didn’t mean it, Nate’s voice took on an almost condescending tone. ”Why wouldn’t I use the upgrade I was given?”
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
