Nathan clutched at a nearby chair, trembling from the weight of all that rested on his shoulders. “What am I supposed to do…?” he asked the room and whoever might be listening.
He did not expect the large, firm hand that came down to rest on his shoulder, a presence Nathan knew well, recognized easily now, and that carried with it an immediate sense of peace. “You’ll know,” said Dave’s smooth drawl, right there with Nathan, real and solid.
All Nathan wanted to do was turn around, feel that peace wash over him fully, but when he did, Dave wasn’t there, and Nathan wasn’t there anymore either. He was waking up, Sasha warm beside him, a slight crick in his side from sleeping on just a few blankets and a pillow on the bar floor.