I can't promise you anything, Nate. I can't be your boyfriend or whatever it is you think I can be. You know I can't. I don't know how.

[ He turns in towards him a little bit. Fuck but he wants him, wants all of him. It's almost shocking how strongly he feels it, it had never felt so clear before. Looking at him and feeling desire and heat and lust. It should be fucking weird, but it's not, it's right. Exactly right. ]

I can't be some fairytale, you know. I'll upset you, fuck it all up, I guarantee it.