[ It's just a cushion and therefore Nate has no qualms about relinquishing his weapon of choice, though he becomes disadvantaged upon permitting Ian to take the instrument of softened agony.
It wasn't an attack so much as a desperate attempt to muffle mockery, no matter how much he genuinely likes the laughter. People never get to just be, here, but it's close enough when Ian is being a dumbass for the express purpose of making him feel less terrible.
[ He's glad to know it worked. Acting like a moron is not always the right call during moments recovering from duress, kind of a gamble, risk v. reward. Sometimes it's great, sometimes you fall flat on your face and you just look like a jerk.
He has to defend his honor with one deliberate swat to Nate's shoulder with the pillow — he's no pushover, okay — but then it's back to wry. ]
Draw. But only because I'm not sure you could keep up, and I don't wanna make you look bad.
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It wasn't an attack so much as a desperate attempt to muffle mockery, no matter how much he genuinely likes the laughter. People never get to just be, here, but it's close enough when Ian is being a dumbass for the express purpose of making him feel less terrible.
He does feel less terrible. ]
Draw?
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He has to defend his honor with one deliberate swat to Nate's shoulder with the pillow — he's no pushover, okay — but then it's back to wry. ]
Draw. But only because I'm not sure you could keep up, and I don't wanna make you look bad.