[ Would that Nate could hear the joke himself. Army fatigues, uniforms and medals, orders and discipline. These were always going to be things that would never suit him, no matter how familiar he is with squeezing a trigger.
He gives Wade a long-suffering expression, tight with desperation and exhaustion alike. At worst he thinks he could get away with slapping a couple very large Band-Aids on his side and chest, and call it a day. It's his fault the new employee is staying late, however, and his fault that Wade has Nate's blood on his hands. The very least he can do is be a half-decent patient. ]
Fine, fine. When you're done with this one I'll get my shirt off.
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He gives Wade a long-suffering expression, tight with desperation and exhaustion alike. At worst he thinks he could get away with slapping a couple very large Band-Aids on his side and chest, and call it a day. It's his fault the new employee is staying late, however, and his fault that Wade has Nate's blood on his hands. The very least he can do is be a half-decent patient. ]
Fine, fine. When you're done with this one I'll get my shirt off.