Nathan told himself to calm down. Just calm down, this is Sasha.“Yeah. I trust you.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
Sasha reached over the side of the bed for his bag, which Nathan now realized had been strategically placed, and came back with a small bottle. Nathan stared at it for a moment as if he didn’t know what it was, though of course he did, and was thankful for its presence.
“Just because I don’t really need any for myself doesn’t mean I don’t keep some with me,” Sasha said. He maintained his calm, sweet smile as he poured some of the smooth liquid into his palm.