[ Getting paid to stand around and do nothing is leagues better than getting felt up by a handsy Cardinal at one of the big shindigs, so he shouldn't complain too much, but Ian knows by now that Nate fears becoming so complacent he stops wanting to learn. There are worse fates than being underutilized, but he still wishes his branding didn't revolve explicitly around his jawline.

Catching the tempo and oh-so gently swaying in time with Ian, complementary, Nate's voice grows mischievous at the edges and he gives his hip a little squeeze. ]

If they do they're going to have to include the parts about my "pensive mien" and how they assume I'm thinking about something pretentious when I'm really just thinking about the sound you make when I give you hickeys.