[ Annnnnnnd it's gone, all composure lost, just stupid laughter that peels out so hard he sort of collapses against the back cushion of the couch — probably trapping Nate's hand between his shoulder and the fabric in the process, but he doesn't really notice. ]
You- you got it.
[ He agrees emphatically, except he's definitely giving Nate shit for it. It's somehow still audible despite the fact that he's barely even really making words through the laughter. ]
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You- you got it.
[ He agrees emphatically, except he's definitely giving Nate shit for it. It's somehow still audible despite the fact that he's barely even really making words through the laughter. ]
That's it, that's the one—