I get the feeling like you're not taking this seriously.

( It's a wry, slow drawl. A few seconds after, he undergoes the arduous task of lifting his head and slitting his eyes open to cut a look over at Nate.

Honestly, he's forgotten what they're even watching right now. He's comfortable, a little tired, a lot happy Nate's home. It's with that contentedness written in him that he leans over to press their foreheads together, nose nudging nose, eyes closing right back up again. )

I'm leaving you for Alejandro's twin brother.

( A conspiratorial whisper, like he's letting Nate in on a secret. )

He's got a hot air balloon on the other side of the dome.