Nate stumbled along as best as he could with Zane’s help. The stairs took them a while, because Nate was having trouble lifting his feet high enough to get on the next step. He ended up having to be half dragged up them, making him feel even worse. He was useless, a failure, how had he let this happen? How did the demons get under his skin that easily.<br/><br/>He wasn’t really angry, at least, not at anyone but himself. He was hurt, and upset, that was for sure, though. He only gave a small glance around the apartment, before focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, until they got to the bathroom and he was set down. The hard surface pressing against his tender nether regions was not pleasant, and he winced slightly, shifting a bit to try and get more comfortable while the water heated up.<br/><br/>Instead of answering the question, he looked up at Zane with his eyebrows drawn together, a frown on his lips. “Don’t you feel anything about what you just did?” Nate had been very clearly coerced into this whole thing. And now Zane was here, asking him if he needed cleaned up, as if the events that had led to this had never happened. Had he no shame?