Nate was very worried. He hated that the pathetic bastard they'd encountered had affected his boyfriend so much. And he missed the playful, kinky side of Lucien. He still loved him, of course he did that would never change but he was sad too. Lucien was a vibrant ball of energy and light and that had been dimmed ever since that night. Nate berated himself constantly for not being stronger and convincing Lucien they should just stay home instead that night.
He was glad Lucien had finally agreed to talk to his cousin but as the time ticked by it increased his worry too. He wanted to be there, supporting Lucien, protecting him. He was pacing in their room when Lucien returned.
He watched and listened quietly as Lucien lay down and spoke. Nate moved to their bed and lay down on it, gathering Lucien to him, kissing his shoulder. "We should have known she would" he said softly, "A party huh? You okay with that? I gotta say my first instinct is to take you as far away as possible. I don't want him to even look at you, he doesn't deserve to"