[ He's pleased by the expression on Nate's face, the size and shape of his smile is appealing as hell. He hasn't had much exposure to Nate being excited; a few brief bits here and there at the bar or — weirdly — sixty stories off the fucking ground on a crane. This is a little bit more than what he's seen so far, and damn if it doesn't catch his attention. He kind of wants to press somehow, find out what ratchets it up to an even higher level — though Nate may have just answered that question himself. ]
You wanna go, like, hang out in tibet?
[ Just to be clear, because it sounds like a spontaneous offer. Granted it's not the kind of trip that people balk at so much anymore, particularly not the displaced with their gates positioned all over the world. They could do it, actually, and they could do it pretty easily.
He's not hating the idea at all. ]
Important deciding question: can I preemptively opt out of bullets?
[ He's teasing just a little, wry, before dipping in for a second hit finally. ]
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You wanna go, like, hang out in tibet?
[ Just to be clear, because it sounds like a spontaneous offer. Granted it's not the kind of trip that people balk at so much anymore, particularly not the displaced with their gates positioned all over the world. They could do it, actually, and they could do it pretty easily.
He's not hating the idea at all. ]
Important deciding question: can I preemptively opt out of bullets?
[ He's teasing just a little, wry, before dipping in for a second hit finally. ]