Nathaniel sits back down beside him, head buzzing, not sure why this is suddenly his fault. Maybe it is. Maybe he's just being over-jealous. But Anders isn't saying he's leaving. Yet.
"More times than I can count, you've kept trying to convince me you're not worth it. You keep preparing me for something. As if you know something I don't. Who am I to believe, the Anders who tells me this is too good to last, or the Anders who tells me I have too little faith in him?"
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Nathaniel sits back down beside him, head buzzing, not sure why this is suddenly his fault. Maybe it is. Maybe he's just being over-jealous. But Anders isn't saying he's leaving. Yet.
"More times than I can count, you've kept trying to convince me you're not worth it. You keep preparing me for something. As if you know something I don't. Who am I to believe, the Anders who tells me this is too good to last, or the Anders who tells me I have too little faith in him?"