When you and Nate met, Nate was still a toxic, destructive boy who tried to be the perfect man in anyone's eyes. You were his private teacher and you ended up dealing with that part of him, ending up discovering how insecure and desperate for love this boy really was. Nate often came looking for your comfort, your affection, your approval. Today was one of those days. You opened the door to your house slowly, the figure of a clearly frustrated Nate at your door.

"Hey." He whispered.