[Nate wanted out of this conversation as soon as His High And Pointy-Earedness over there started throwing his "friendly" suggestions around, so the instant it breaks up he steals out like the thief he is. He barely catches Lance's look, already intent on reconnoitering somewhere with fresh air and fewer prying eyes, and finds him lingering outside near the far corner of the building.]
no subject
Thank God.
[Nate grouses quietly, hastening over to him.]
Thought I was gonna friggin' lose it in there.