Nate
The last thing Nate was expecting when he touched Sam was the violent flinch, Nate himself flinching back in response, his hands coming up automatically, though he wasn't sure if that was to show he was unarmed and safe, or that he was surrendering. After a tense moment, they both took a breath, Nate lowering his hands and crouching down beside Sam. He didn't reach out, not yet, when he wasn't sure how the touch would be taken. He hummed as Sam spoke, tipping his head from side to side.
"You might have done something awful?" Nate had to resist the urge to smile, just a little. It was cute, in a strange way, to see how distraught the other man got over what was pretty much a hypothetical. "If it's only might, then you didn't mean it, right? As long as you don't keep doing it now, then I think you're okay."
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
