Samuel
Drench a kitchen rag in heretics blood
"Yes. I do." Sam answered frankly, peeking around Nate at the street behind but being sure to keep his expression as neutral as possible. This had not been an accusation he had necessarily wanted to make, but as soon as he had heard Wessex mention Nate's 'powers', alarms had gone off in his head. He had hoped they'd be able to discuss it rationally - surely, if their positions were reversed, Nate would feel the same?Thankfully, after his initial blow up, Nate began to calm; Sam recognised the air blowing through his nose from their short-lived relationship and as he visibly lost the tenseness in his shoulders, Sam stepped back from the door to let him in. "It would be slander if I had shared my suspicions with everyone else before asking you. You are the only person I contacted over this. Of my options, this was the kindest." Once Nate had come in, Sam shut the door softly and turned to look at him. "Please, tell me your 'perspective'."
Wash your windows and prepare for the flood
