"Hey...Uncle Ed. Can we talk?" Nate chewed on his lip. "Please? It won't take long."
“I can make time. What’s on your mind?”

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"Hey...Uncle Ed. Can we talk?" Nate chewed on his lip. "Please? It won't take long."
“I can make time. What’s on your mind?”
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“No, Nate. I’m fine.”
-climbs in Dane's window, lays next to him-
Dane heard the window open and he simply smiled when he felt the bed stirr “can’t sleep?” he asked as he went to wrap his arms around Nathan.
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He couldn’t fix this. He couldn’t fix this and he hated it. He was losing his first born and there was nothing he could do about it. Except hold him. “I’m here buddy,” his voice was hoarse and cracking with emotion. “I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.” The life in his son’s eyes had left before he broke down, sobbing dryly into his lifeless chest. The tears would come later, most likely when they burned his shrouded body. During the funeral rites.
Text: why does HE have to be such a fucking asshole? lightning-hammer