Sam never did like you trying to convince him what he could or couldn't do with his life, and worse yet his baby brother. Sure, it was shitty of him to be lying like that, but you didn't understand. He needed Nathan here, needed to do this with him no matter the cost. And he was tired of you telling him to come clean. What did you know anyways?

"I thought I told you to piss off." He pushes open his hotel door with a huff as you trail after him. As usual, a trail of smoke follows his cigarette as he moves, sucking in the putrid air. Arguing persists as usual until he slaps your hands away. You falter, and there's guilt in his eyes despite the way he continues to snarl at you. With a scoff you head out to the balcony.