[ In interviews, press conferences, and at parties, people always ask Nathan Drake what he looks forward to at the end of another long day of slogging through the undoubtedly sweet life of an Aerie celebrity. Is it the shower, the food, the prospect of an evening out or a one night stand? He always defers, always lets them guess, because none of the options will ever come close to the satisfaction of eating pancakes while sitting on the floor, pressed up against the man they'll never know about if he can help it.
The television theorist, rambling about something Nate surely does not fully understand but delights in regardless, his voice soft and bright with enthusiasm, hands moving around his plate. Nate watches his profile more than he watches Weeks of Our Lives because the former is a thousand times more interesting.
He props his elbow on the seat of the couch behind them, fingertips brushing the nape of Ian's neck. Amusedly: ]
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The television theorist, rambling about something Nate surely does not fully understand but delights in regardless, his voice soft and bright with enthusiasm, hands moving around his plate. Nate watches his profile more than he watches Weeks of Our Lives because the former is a thousand times more interesting.
He props his elbow on the seat of the couch behind them, fingertips brushing the nape of Ian's neck. Amusedly: ]
Tell me again which one has an evil twin brother?