[ Apparently Rafe is making the rounds with all the swiftness and aplomb he's known for, in fancy people circles. Nate wrinkles up his face as he coughs again on a flake of cilantro. ]
Yeah, I'm good.
[ He sounds mildly strangled, but recovers quickly and puts on the most pointedly neutral face he can muster. ]
no subject
Yeah, I'm good.
[ He sounds mildly strangled, but recovers quickly and puts on the most pointedly neutral face he can muster. ]
That's what you wanted to talk to me about? Rafe?