[ Christ, okay. He can recover from this with minimal incident. He does not, in fact, hate Ian, but he will never be able to peel Winnesota out of his head for the rest of his miserable life here. Stuck too tight.
Nate chokes out something between a laugh and a breath, rubbing at his face with both hands. He falls back on his side of couch, arm dangling over the edge when he glances up at the only man with a plan here. ]
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Nate chokes out something between a laugh and a breath, rubbing at his face with both hands. He falls back on his side of couch, arm dangling over the edge when he glances up at the only man with a plan here. ]
Surprise me.
[ He bestows upon him, as if sharing a secret. ]