"But I didn't just sit beside you," Nathaniel reminds him, the lavender of his eyes quickly bleeding to gray. "I laid under you."

There are two predatory steps forward, the long coat swaying as he stops.

"Why?" he demands. "Why did you do that? I've been trying... so hard... to figure out why, because you said you loved me, and I don't know how you can love me and have done that."

He needs to understanding, and there is a pleading desperation in the shadows of his cat-like eyes.