[ The metal door creaks open and footsteps follow. The only person Nate knows comes up here besides the occasional janitor for a smoke is Wade, and the telltale padding of his boots as he approaches and settles at Nate's side, case in hand. He turns to look at him, the close-cropped hair and the occasional facial scars, the obvious tension they're all trying to release one way or another. ]
You won't see me complaining.
[ He admits, turning and setting the bottle he brought near the beer before focusing on Wade. Nate tries a small smile on for size, shoulders sagging. ]
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You won't see me complaining.
[ He admits, turning and setting the bottle he brought near the beer before focusing on Wade. Nate tries a small smile on for size, shoulders sagging. ]
Hey.