[ Nate's hip presses into the counter and he looks down into his cup, idly wishing it contained something stronger but knowing he'd really regret it if he fell apart in drunk frustration. At least this way he has that stranglehold of control, a non-existent hand around his own throat that makes it difficult to swallow when he takes a sip.
Refreshing and deeply unsatisfying. He sucks a sharp breath between his teeth. ]
I punched him in the jaw.
[ It hadn't felt good even during the act itself. Just another sickening reminder that Nate doesn't really know how to reconcile the Sam that strung him along and the Sam who raised him. Maybe he doesn't have to choose. Maybe it's just both, and he has to live with that.
Or not, given the direction things took. ]
He lied to me. And...I believed him. And now, I have nothing.
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Refreshing and deeply unsatisfying. He sucks a sharp breath between his teeth. ]
I punched him in the jaw.
[ It hadn't felt good even during the act itself. Just another sickening reminder that Nate doesn't really know how to reconcile the Sam that strung him along and the Sam who raised him. Maybe he doesn't have to choose. Maybe it's just both, and he has to live with that.
Or not, given the direction things took. ]
He lied to me. And...I believed him. And now, I have nothing.