you were like nate’s therapist, you were there when he needed you and you comforted him whenever he needed comfort - which he was very grateful of.

having you.

nate looked at you - rolling up his car windows. he didn’t want someone to hear him.

“i killed somebody.” he murmured, getting straight to the point. his eyes stayed on the steering wheel, his hand gripping it.

“he tried to take advantage of you.” nate justified, wanting to look like the good guy and not a monster - which he is.