Nate walked closer but didn't take the last movement to move into Sam's arms; awkwardly he lowered them, confusion clear on his face that only continued as Nate apologised. Immediately Sam felt a heavy dread, sitting up a little as he waited to hear what it was; he had a feeling it was going to be even more bad news and his main thought was 'please, not today'.
Sighing, too tired to cry right away over this too, he pressed his face into his hand and asked, flatly: "How?"
He was actually rather sure he knew. It wasn't hard to guess, after their conversation a few days ago and Nate's appearance.
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
