[ By the time Ian has selected something Nate has decided to venture into another hit, wrinkling his nose this time but finding the sensation a little more muted than before with the addition of ice. At least one of them knows what they're doing. He's just setting the bong back on the table when he recognizes the tune, half a second away from remarking on it when he is swiftly waylaid.

Nate has the good grace to look a little embarrassed, scrubbing at the back of his neck with one hand. At the time everything is just a new problem to deal with: something to mitigate in the moment, an occurrence to survive. He never stops to think about it even after the fact.

It's easy to look at them through the lens of an adventure. ]

I dunno, it's just...my life? It's not always shoot-outs and falling out of planes, it's-

[ He sits up a little, trying to explain it with earnest sincerity, probably over-using his hands. ]

I've gotten to see places no one has even heard of. Places people thought were mythical, touched history that nobody's ever written down in a book. People talk about Shangri-La like it's a fictional city - it's not. I've been there. I've- I've seen the sun rise over jungle ruins that humanity's forgotten about for centuries, I've found artifacts from civilizations that we've lost. It's not just me getting into catastrophic firefights, it's...being in another place, and seeing another time.