He clings to Nate for the few moments the hug lasts, feeling the weight of guilt bear down upon him. Nate's been shown grace, but only for the last several years. To take it away...

Once the hug is apart, Anders looks back into Nathaniel's eyes. His own gaze is heavy.

"If you lost that grace, your chance at better, because of me, I don't know that I could bear that." He's so tired of being alone in things, but he's even more tired of dragging people down. Of costing them so much.

"I don't want to tell you not to help, but please don't risk everything for me." He isn't worth it.