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This is Nate, you know what to do. I'll...probably get back to you.

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sheesh, you're picky

be there soon

[The best he can do is a bottle of liquor - half full, but better than nothing - before sleepily tugging some jeans and a t-shirt on and pressing a kiss to Elena's temple. Nate taps out a note on her phone: at sam's. be back soon.

It doesn't take him long to get there; Sam only put enough space between them to "you know, avoid the sex noises," to which Nate had rolled his eyes. Leaning against the jamb in the hall he raps on the door with the bottle.]

It's me.