He brushes Nate's hair back needlessly, searching his eyes, trying to find words that will heal and help.

"You. You are good. You don't need him to have some undiscovered glimmer of goodness buried deep down. I..."

It could be that he's the wrong person to assist with sorting this out. All he remembers of his father is the rush to get Templars, to get rid of his son, and he has no desire to redeem his father. Nate wants to love Rendon. Anders takes a breath and wraps around his husband.

"Someone who loves you doesn't line you up and tear into you. Someone who loves you shows it. But it doesn't say anything against you if he didn't love you. You are a good man, Nathaniel, genuinely good, and there are so few in this world that can be said about."

He drops one hand to rest on Nate's chest. "Learn a new way here. You're loved. You're so loved for who you are."