[ Ian stares at him. It's startled, not pointed, like he's shocked instead of planning to open his mouth to say what a stupid idea that is, Nate, grapefruit, I mean, come on.
But all he does is snap like a dry breadstick before abandoning his own predecessor to SunnyD, grabbing Nate by the sides of his head before dragging him in and laying one on him as though Nate had just uncovered the cure for the common cold. He's left dumbstruck in his own right, watching stupidly as Ian sweeps away to his little desk to write something down in the notebook that Nate had given him weeks ago. ]
Uh.
[ How does he respond to that, besides smiling unsurely and quizzically, rubbing at his cheek. ]
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But all he does is snap like a dry breadstick before abandoning his own predecessor to SunnyD, grabbing Nate by the sides of his head before dragging him in and laying one on him as though Nate had just uncovered the cure for the common cold. He's left dumbstruck in his own right, watching stupidly as Ian sweeps away to his little desk to write something down in the notebook that Nate had given him weeks ago. ]
Uh.
[ How does he respond to that, besides smiling unsurely and quizzically, rubbing at his cheek. ]
You're welcome?