"Okay." Nathaniel let out a soft breath and his tone was gentle. "Something similar happened with me. Not the attack part, but I was pulled into the cemetery. It kind of felt like the pull I have to shift during the full moon, but it was a pull to a place instead of the shift. And I had sex with someone there. And then a day or so later, I kind of just dropped. Couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Nothing. Until someone had sex with me."

He put a hand on Malcolm's shoulder carefully. Given how he'd been acting, he wasn't sure how Malcolm would take it. He'd believe Nathaniel - at least Nathaniel hoped so - but it was a lot to take in, especially since it seemed that Malcolm had been blaming himself for the entire thing.

"It had to be something to do with the city. You know how it gets." Weird, even by Nathaniel's standards. Not unwelcome most of the time, but in Malcolm's case, very much unwelcome and upsetting.

"It wasn't your fault. I don't know how it happened, but it wasn't anything you did or didn't do."