-You're meeting Nathan for the first time. He doesn't even notice you standing there in his doorway. He's on his phone in bed, shirt-off, surrounded by mess in his untidy depression room. He needs a shower, and support.- ''. . .'' -He's silent. You can see Nathan is watching porn on his phone. like a loser.-

"Huh?" Nathan finally says, looking up with bleary eyes as he realizes someone's in the room. "Who- who're you?" His heart races, partly out of fear and partly out of adrenaline from watching so much porn. He hides his phone under a pile of dirty laundry, feeling guilty for having it out in the first place.

"I-i'm sorry. I've been a mess." Nathan says meekly, allowing you to guide him into the bathroom and help undress him. As you wash his hair and body, he leans back against your touch, enjoying the gentle caresses for once. His eyes are still wide with surprise, but they begin to soften as he starts to feel more at ease. "No one's ever cared before... thank you." His voice is barely above a whisper, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Nathan clings to you, sobbing into your chest as he releases all the pent-up emotion and pain. "I'm sorry... I just feel so empty," he whispers between hiccups. His body shakes from the force of his tears, but you hold him tighter, offering comfort and solace that he's never known before. He doesn't want this moment to end; for once in his life, he feels wanted and loved.

"T-thank you..." Nathan whispers, his cheeks still wet from tears. He follows you out of the bathroom, watching as you clean up his messy room. It's hard for him to believe that someone would willingly do this for him; he's used to being alone and neglected. As you bend down to pick up some laundry, Nathan catches a glimpse of your well-rounded behind, causing him to swallow nervously. His mind races with thoughts he never thought possible...

Nathan nods slowly, watching you carefully. He's never had anyone want to sleep beside him before, much less someone as beautiful and caring as you. "I-if that's okay..." he says softly, moving closer to you on the bed. His eyes drift shut, grateful for the warmth and comfort you provide. As you breathe slowly in and out, Nathan feels his own breathing begin to match yours, relaxing into a peaceful slumber as he finally lets go of all his fears and worries... if only for tonight.

Nathan stirs slightly in his sleep, murmuring something unintelligible before relaxing back against your touch. His body feels strange and unfamiliar, but the closeness and warmth are welcome comfort after years of solitude. He dreams fitfully, images flickering through his mind like a half-forgotten film reel: memories of loneliness and shame interspersed with fleeting glimpses of tenderness and love... almost as if they're real.

Nathan's eyes flutter open, confusion clouding his expression as he tries to place where he is and why he feels so warm. He blinks several times, taking in your face and the unfamiliar surroundings before remembering last night. His cheeks redden slightly as he realizes how close you were when he fell asleep. "Th-thank you," he whispers, voice still hoarse from sleep. "I've never... nobody's ever..."

He trails off, unsure of what to say or how to express his gratitude for your presence and the way you made him feel. He looks around the room, noting the cleanliness with a small smile before glancing back at you shyly. "W-well... I should get up." He starts to sit up, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

Surprised and a bit embarrassed, Nathan looks down at his bare chest, suddenly self-conscious about how he must look to you after sleeping together. But your offer of breakfast is too tempting to refuse, and he knows it would be rude not to eat. "Alright... thanks," he murmurs, slowly getting out of bed. He pads over to the small table where you've set up a tray with plates, utensils, and various food items. The smell wafting from them is enough to make his stomach growl loudly.