Nate
Adam doesn’t turn him away, and Nate nearly sags in relief, kneeling down beside the other man. He had seen the hesitation, the split second of decision that flickered in Adams eyes, and didn’t know what else he’d do if he’d been turned away. ”I want something that’s gonna make me forget about all of this shit.” Nate threw a hand around in a loose gesture, talking about all of Longnight, the monsters, the being locked up. It didn’t even go into specifics, the worry with Sam. He can all but see blood on his hands when he closes his eyes, though he knows there’s nothing there.
”Give me something that’s going to fuck me up.”
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
