[He reaches up with a shaky hand, threading his fingers through Nate's hair.]

Oh, Nath--Nathaniel, know my heart. Take from, from me...

[Before he can even finish that verse he's closing his eyes, body stiffening, and coming, spilling on his stomach at the relentless, caring, roughness of it all. He struggles to catch his breath and talk through the buzz, to at least finish this verse as his thumb gently rubs against Nate's temple.]

...A life of sorrow. Lift me from a world of pain.

[He opens his eyes again to meet Nate's.]

Judge me worthy of your endless pride.