( There are worse reactions to garner, he knows, than amused and charmed. The latter's one of the better possibilities, the former's a little embarrassing, but all things considered he doesn't feel like he's put his hand out just to have it slapped. Nothing that he'd have expected Nate to do intentionally, but Ian's insecurities are entirely self-driven and have almost nothing to do with Nate himself.

At the feeling of the gentle press of thumb in his palm, a quiet pleasure hums through. Accompanying it, a foreshadowing glimpse of the stupid excitement he's going to have practically the whole fucking time tomorrow, probably. )

Three piece suit.

( Declared with a steady solemnity that defies the light, carbonated humor he's carrying internally. )

Because I'm worth it.

( As if Ian's owned a suit in fucking years.

But no, he can only fuck about for so long before the excitement over his plans steers him back to something more honest. )

Something you can walk in. Nothing crazy, we're not... scaling fucking buildings or anything, but there's gonna be... a shit load of stairs.

( Oh yes, that's right. Nate was probing for a general dress code, now he gets to discover there's an actual plan at play here. It involves places, not just tequila and tapas. )