[ Nate watches him attentively, every flip, every gentle slap against the back of his hand, every reveal. It's consistent up until the last one, when he immediately frowns and Ian immediately follows up with a gentle sike. Nate gives him a fond, if exasperated look that very obviously reads as you asshole. ]
Holy crap.
[ Letting out a slow, shaky exhale Nate sags into the sofa, shoulder crammed against the back cushion. He lifts a hand to scrub through his hair messily before it falls into his lap and then gestures futilely at the makeshift coin in Ian's hand. ]
So...this is something, right? We're not just both really high and imagining this?
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Holy crap.
[ Letting out a slow, shaky exhale Nate sags into the sofa, shoulder crammed against the back cushion. He lifts a hand to scrub through his hair messily before it falls into his lap and then gestures futilely at the makeshift coin in Ian's hand. ]
So...this is something, right? We're not just both really high and imagining this?