With no ready answer for that, Anders looks away. He doesn't deserve any of this but it goes both ways. He doesn't deserve the good, and he doesn't deserve Nate's mistrust. He'd been trying to do things right this time, make certain that he didn't mess up, and now this has gone wrong like everything always does.

"Well. You're the one who knows my history." The word's barbed. "It's your call what you decide to believe or trust or do."

His history is a tale of him winding up alone, over and over, and Anders can't muster the strength to ask Nate to stay. He can't. He can't have that thrown back at him if he's left alone yet again.