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[This is Nate, trying to remember what's happened so far.

He remember being betrayed by Flynn and Chloe, being locked up in a Turkish prison for three months (at least he got his own bucket!) and bailed out by Sully along with Chloe, surprisingly. They went to Borneo, trying to screw over Lazarevic and Flynn as Chloe played the double for them. He remembers Nepal and how he met Chloe there, how they had run into Elena and... Jeff. Then Lazarevic and Flynn --that asshole!-- again. Held at gunpoint, Nate could only watch as Chloe was taken from them, then Jeff was--

That thought stays unfinished, but he remembers going after Chloe on that damn train, leaving Elena behind because it was dangerous, and it wasn't her fight anyway, even if he'd gotten her dragged into it. He remembers being shot by Flynn, passing out in the snow. And then he remembers Flynn... saving him. He remembers finding out that somehow, there were now two Harry Flynns in his life: one that didn't screw him over and the other that did--the one that he thought he knew. Everything that happened afterwards?

It's come down to this. Somehow.

Night time, the guards are on patrol but they're too tired to notice the two on the cliff, checking out the area. A grip on those binoculars and Nathan lets out a sigh, pulls back to make a face at the other beside him. ]

You really want to do this?

[He keeps his voice low. Sure, maybe these was an item that needed to stay out of the hands of mercenaries, but those guards looked pretty well armed! That and Nate wasn't in the mood to lose his head in somewhere like northern Africa, no matter how nice Morocco was at this time of the year. They had people to come home to anyway, and he was pretty sure that either Sully or Elena would bring him back to kill him again if he ran short of luck in this place.]

They look pretty tough, Flynn.

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[ that whole thing had been incredibly, incredibly strange, especially when it came down to facing... well, himself. he hadn't really put stock in the parallel universe theory until just then, but that had been pretty undeniable proof of just what had happened and why he remembered things differently than everybody else. it had happened, simply 'in another life' as the saying might go.

sometimes his mind replayed himself dying in that explosion, the bitterness to his other self when he let the grenade drop. there hadn't been any pity, he'd been a bastard to shoot nate without remorse and a fool to think that he was safe because he was working with lazaveric instead of against him, but it still disturbed him every so often when the thought it could have been me popped unpleasantly into his head. and how close the monster had been to wiping both harry flynns out of existence.

but his thoughts are far away from these things as he observes everything from his perch beside nate, scanning the layout of the compound while nate takes in the finer details with the binoculars. he'd spent countless nights awake and not sleeping as he planned the perfect route through this place, mind working and plans being tossed aside when new snags came up, thrown into the bin until it'd overflown, but he's confident this will work. he may be a shit improviser, after all, but he is a master planner. an in and out job - in like flynn.

so he still has no idea what nate was trying to reference with that, but why not adopt it anyway? ]

Just relax. [ his voice is low as well, the grin he flashes nate an easy thing. then again, his ease might be attributed to the fact that this time he's been allowed to bring proper firepower - mercenaries are a vastly different game than security guards, after all, ones that will prefer to shoot them instead of throw them in jail. ] Stick to the plan and we'll be out before you know it. [ he shoves nate's shoulders lightly, adding on: ] Besides, you're the one who called me anyway, you can't back out of your own job.

[ harry's still not very accustomed to playing the hero, so usually this job wouldn't have appeal, but nate had needed him. besides, the promise of swiping whatever riches these mercs had gathered was a nice incentive as well. ]

Relax? Sure, tell me that when we're about to go into a camp full of mercenaries with handguns and... oh, that's right-- rifles! [He hisses the reply in a low voice, brows furrowing together at the reply. He's mildly annoyed that the other is taking this so easily but at the same time there are few else that he'd rather go with (asides from Sully, but that dirty old man needs a break every now and then) and for a plus, Harry is man with a plan, as stupid as it may sound. Nate's the adaptable one, of course.

So when he found out there was a treasure to recover, he figured-- why the hell not? Right now, he's a little uneasy considering the firepower on the other team is a little more than he expected. Still, there's no turning back now. Rolling his eyes at the last comment, he pulls away from the binoculars, tosses them to the other before he gets up and moves to walk over to their belongings.]

Right. So run me through the plan again, genius?

[ it's funny how this is basically a reverse of the job in istanbul, harry at ease and nate on edge, and he just laughs a little as he catches the binoculars tossed at him. as nate goes to take stock he takes a brief peek through the binoculars, looking over the guards and their firepower before putting them down and reaching into his pocket to unfold a map. hand-drawn, of course, all neat lines and notes jotted in artistic but readable handwriting - things like positions of guard towers, unwatched spaces and easy access points, numbers and patrols. harry flynn is very thorough when it comes to his plans.

he waves nate over before he starts running him through it again, using the map as a visual guide and pointing out places on the actual compound below them as he goes. ] Right. We rappel down the cliff - we'll be safe, it's dark enough that no one will be able to see us from this distance - and slide ourselves up to that wall over there. The guard changes in about fifteen minutes, and there's a blind spot when it does, so we'll use it to climb up the wall. We'll be behind the vehicle yard when we drop down, so we'll have plenty of cover.

From there, we split up. There's a good spot for you to hide here - [ he points out the location on the map, then gestures to it at the compound, making sure nate's eyes go to it. ] until I set off a diversion on the far side of the compound to draw the guards away from you. When they're gone you can duck in and swipe the target and meet only minimal resistance. Just make sure you don't move until it happens. I'll grab us a few fancy trinkets and baubles, meet you back at the vehicle yard, and then we're out of here.

[ he claps gloved hands together, looking up from the map to smirk at nate, all confidence. ] Got it?

[He's just a little unsure about this! The guards didn't necessarily shoot them dead back in Istanbul after all, and these mercenaries would likely have no problem with some more blood on their hands. Coming back over with some rope and the rappelling equipment, he leans over, memorizing the map as best as he can in the few minutes Flynn spends going over the plan. It's simple to do, but putting things into action never really goes to plan when you have someone named Nathan Drake on your team, unfortunately.

There's a nod as he finishes, brows furrowing one last moment before he forces himself to relax. Keeping him tense will give him an itchy trigger finger and that's one thing he needs off of his conscience.] Got it.

Where'd you get this equipment, Flynn? It... looks a little small. [He raises a brow, offering the harness over to the other.]

[ he folds the map and puts it away in his pocket again, nodding his thanks as he takes the harness. he knows how nate's luck and is kind of expecting something to go wrong somewhere, but even if it does? nate knows how to adapt, to stay alive, and harry... well, harry has license to shoot and kill people! that's all the adapting he needs. at the question though, his grin turns a little sheepish. ] Things happen when you look for equipment last-minute. They're both tested, though, no worries - the fit'll be a bit snug, but they work just fine.

[ planning had taken up a bit more of his time than expected. regardless he stands, stretching out before he starts buckling himself into the harness, making sure it's secure before he takes another look at the compound, counting time down in his head to the patrol switch. he grabs a length of a rope and an anchor, setting up his line on the edge of the cliff, whistling a soft tune to himself as he works.

the beginning and end of a mission are his favorite parts. the moment right before plunging into the metaphorical abyss, standing on its edge and looking in, there's the sense of quiet tension building that makes it all the more exciting. and who doesn't enjoy fleeing the scene of a successful heist with treasure in tow and the robbed reeling in confusion behind them? he takes in a breath, clipping his harness to the rope and preparing for the descent, reaching over to clap nate on the shoulder. ]

Ready?

[Adapting is probably one of the main reasons as to why he's alive and not rotting somewhere in a jail or ditch, knowing how his jobs go. Harry is definitely more than capable of taking care of himself, so teaming up with him makes the worry a little less at the least. Listening to the other, he looks skeptical at the comment but shakes his head, moves to nod and set himself in his own harness. Finishing the final clasp on his harness just in time to be grabbed, he looks over to the other, raises a brow. He grins, exhales.]

Ready as I'll ever be. [He pats the other on the shoulder back, turns to move past him.] I'll go first--if you hear screaming halfway down then it's probably not a good idea to follow after.

[A wry look at that as he tugs on the top, leans back with his heels against the side of the cliff, and then the middle of his feet. Eyes to Harry for a second, he smiles before composing himself, offering a two finger salute to the Brit before the descent. A step back and he pushes off lightly, starts to lower himself down. He's down a few feet, then some more, and when he's halfway down he reaches to the second rope nearby, tugs to let the other know that it's fine.

The harness is tight, but there are worse things he could complain about.]

[ he gives nate a reassuring smile back, nodding to him as he starts down the cliff, waiting for the telltale tug to tell him when to follow after. it comes soon enough and he nods to himself, blowing out a breath as he turns, standing on the edge and looking to the night sky briefly before he starts his own journey down.

it goes well for the first few feet, harry moving without concern down the cliff toward nate. but then he starts feeling it - a slow loosening, something he'd written off originally but makes him pause now, casting his eyes further up. there's a sight to strike him cold waiting for him: the rope's fraying, coming undone and ready to snap.

the rope, of course it would be the goddamn rope - ] Shit.

[ he scrambles to gain a decent grip on the cliff face before it breaks, but once it goes the rock crumbles under his fingers and he's falling, barely able to keep himself from screaming an expletive on the way down and attracting the attention of the guards. because even plummeting to his death his mind somehow goes back to the job.

well. he supposes there's worst places to die than morocco. at least it's warm. ]

[He's close to the bottom to where he can see it, but dropping down will leave him a nasty sprain if he's wrong about it so he keeps rappelling down, making the intervals a little wider the closer he gets. He notices however, the sounds above him, and the fact that the rope beside him is shaking doesn't exactly leave him with a good feeling either.

And then he can hear something, so intuition definitely lets him know that it's Harry and with a breath in, he moves to brace himself. ] Whoa-- shit!

[It's a hiss. His reaction time is insane, and he's hanging against the rock face, one arm around Harry but the position is uncomfortable; Harry's hip is in his side, his head is against the side of his.

A large breath and he lets it out in a sigh, trying to figure out if they're alive or dead.] ... Harry?

[ the sudden end to the falling has him letting out something of a startled yelp, not having expected that short of, well, hitting the ground and dying. it takes his mind a while to register what happened, the arm around him and nate's voice, oh he caught me i'm not dead. the response is an uneasy sort of laugh, shifting just as much as he needs to to make the position less uncomfortable on them both, arms going around nate's shoulders to hold on to him as they hang. ]

My hero. [ he gives his partner a smirk, a bit unsteady because wow that'd been terrifying for a moment there. he heaves a sigh, looking up at the broken rope hanging from the cliff, shooting it a mock-betrayed look for threatening his life when he'd trusted it. ] That's one way to kick this whole thing off, I suppose.

[ not a very good sign of things to come and a complication he didn't need for the getaway, but hey, he's alive! right now that's all that matters. they'll figure out the rest when they cross that particular bridge, they've got the time. for now, the guard shift is getting close and they need to get going before they miss their opportunity. ]

[Flynn's heavy but it could be worse (this might as well be his phrase for the job) and so Nate just lets out a sigh, coughing as he tries to catch up with the wind that's been shoved out of him from that unexpected event. Letting him shift, there's a grunt as he fumbles for the rope again, looking up to where the other's was and making a sound of distaste. ]

Yeah well, don't get used to it. [Rolling his eyes at the comment, he fixes his grip, shifts so he's against the wall again.] Hopefully we're not two for two this time around...

[It's a slower descent this time, but when they reach the bottom, Nate's bumping heads with the Brit, warning the other that he's a little close for his tastes as he settles against the ground, letting Harry get off first before he starts unbuckling himself from the harness.] Keep with the plan?

Just when you need to even the odds again, I imagine. [ grin. this is starting to feel like one big throwback to istanbul. at least time there's no lazaveric to breathe down his neck.

he's more than thankful when nate's rope holds under the weight of two fully grown men, and even more thankful when he's got ground under his feet again. he nods to the question, unbuckling his own harness. ] And hope to God that isn't a sign of things to come.

[ he moves toward the wall quickly and quietly, pressing against it and watching the guards patrolling up above, ticking time off in his head and grinning when they disappear out of sight. he unzips the bag on his back, pulling out a grappling hook and harness, backing up to get distance to wind up and swing it. his aim stays true and the hook snags the top of the wall - a couple of tugs on the rope says it's secured in place, and he sweeps into a courteous bow. ]

After you, darling.

[He's following after, keeping his steps light because getting caught at this point would suck more considering they just survived being killed by that cliff they'd been perched on. Watching Flynn do his thing, he keeps an eye out for anyone just in case there's been a change, somehting they missed or overlooked. The words snap his attention back up and he makes a face at the comment, walks past the other after a light shove against his shoulder.]

Ha ha, you're too kind. [He tugs on the rope to test it (a few more times because Harry's luck with the equipment seems like crap) and once he's satisfied, he fixes himself accordingly and well.. of course he starts to climb. A look over his shoulder when he's up a considerable amount. It's a hushed whisper.]

Are you coming, or are you just waiting for the rope to break?

I was waiting for you to get your arse over the wall, actually. [ he grins but grabs onto the rope anyway, pulling himself up after nate. he pauses just long enough to pull the hook from the wall before dropping behind the assortment of vehicles the mercenaries have parked, slipping it back into his bag and zipping it up. he peeks around the cars, letting out a low whistle when he sees the men patrolling the camp. ]

Well, this sure is exciting. [ he turns back to nate, slipping the handgun from the holster on his leg, voice a low whisper when he addresses him. ] Remember, stay hidden until the guards go running. Don't want you getting into anymore trouble than you usually do, eh?

[ a thoughtful pause, and then? there's a mischievous grin that doesn't account for anything good. ] See you soon, love.

[ he leans over, pressing a light kiss to nate's cheek before he dashes off to get to work. trolling nathan drake is his favorite pasttime, he can't help it. ]

[There's a groan on his part at the comment --he should have expected that, really-- as he pulls himself up and over, waiting for Harry without missing a beat. Listening to the other, he raises a brow at the comment, reaching over to his own holsters to make sure that he's armed at least. He won't pull the firearm right now because stealth jobs usually mean that his fists can do the work more than any automatic can do. Besides, Flynn's job is distracting so he'll need the gunwork more than Nate.]

Yes, mom, I won't rush the whole job. Would you just go already? [A frown as he turns out towards the area, the buildings so he can match what he sees to what he's been told and seen on the map made for this job. He's looking out when Harry says his spiel.] Yeah, just be care--

[Oh.

What the hell?! He's turning around in an almost violent manner, reaching out so he can catch Flynn but his fingers only brush against the other's clothing and the Brit's soon out of his reach, heading elsewhere. He hisses an insult at the other: 'asshole!' and soon enough he's just waiting, dragging a hand over his cheek.] Geeze...

[ he is totally not grinning like a cocky bitch to himself as he leaves nate with that. totally not, why would anybody ever get that idea from.

either way he's slipping around the edges of the compound, avoiding patrols and lights, quick and quiet as he gets to where he needs to be. he slips inside a guard post, taking out the man on duty before he can turn around to see who had entered, smirking to himself as he looks around the small room of screens and microphones. knocking this place out seems to be a good way to knock out communication through the compound - perfect.

he reaches into his bag again, tugging out a few c4 charges this time. he sets them up carefully, keeping an eye out for anyone coming, and once they're armed and ready he slips out of the post and into a shadowy corner a safe distance away. the remote detonator is the next to come out, and his eyes stay on the post as he flips the cap up with his thumb and presses the button.

the fireworks go off beautifully and the compound springs into life, frenzied guards running everywhere, shouting at each other in their native language, trying to coordinate. it's pretty safe to say that's nate's cue. ]

[There's the cue! He's brushed off the sudden last action of the other long enough to compose himself and get ready. Off like a gun once the footsteps through the lot stop, he swerves in and out around buildings, keeping to the shadows just so he doesn't bump into someone he really doesn't want to. Once he's at the building he needs to be in, he slips inside and it's an easy process of looking around, disposing of the guards one at a time.

He doesn't even need a gun for that and he's quiet all the way. It's just looking through the damn inventory in the building that has him making more noise than he wants (where the hell is a damn crowbar in this area?) but he's moving to pry open the box. There's some effort but he's picking up the treasure --a statue, of some kind?-- and from there Nate's trying to go back the same way he came.

Of course, he didn't account for the group of guys coming in to check that nothing else got hurt. It might explain why he's coming late to the rendezvous point, looking more than roughed up.]

[ he manages to sneak around the commotion without drawing unwanted attention, keeping along the walls and shadow, chuckling to himself as he makes his way to their . gold bars, expensive items and cash - he can't grab much but he gets what he can, some stacks of large bills and more than a few fancy trinkets to sell off on the market are stuffed into his bag and pockets, and then he's headed back to the vehicle lot with a soft 'aces'.

he's been waiting a few minutes by the time nate arrives, and he's not at all surprised when the other comes back with more than his fair share of bruises and injuries. he just sighs and shakes his head, pausing briefly to take stock of what they're going to have to patch up when they get back to the hotel and comment. ] Your luck really is something, I've got to say.

[ still, he's quick to get the grappling hook set up again and once more ushers nate over first, mostly because he doesn't want to risk the man's bad luck striking again and causing the guards to catch him climbing after harry. he can hear voices nearing, hissing softly under his breath as they get closer, causing him to climb quickly after nate's over and grab the grappling hook as he jumps down to the other side. ]

Apparently that didn't throw them off as much as I'd hoped. C'mon, let's get out of here before they've got the dogs on us.

[It takes both hands to carry this damn thing but it's worth it because he knows it's priceless and even if he sells it for less than the mercenaries here do, at least it'll go to a respectable place more than some creepy collector's home. It might be the influence of Elena working itself into his head for the sake of 'restoring artifacts' but it's still him if it's working for a profit. The look he gets from Harry makes him slow down and he shakes his head, brows furrowed with mild defiance.]

How long have you known me again? [He quirks a brow as he keeps pace with the other and once again they're up and over the wall, moving to lead the way. A glance over his shoulder as he carries the statue.]

Yeah well, at least the dogs don't carry guns. Come on, the car's up ahead.

And yet it always manages to amaze me. [ and probably will never stop. seriously, it's kind of astounding how awful nate's luck is sometimes and how it always turns around when needed most. it's baffling.

he makes his way to the car with nate, quick to climb into the driver's seat. he throws his bag and their gear in the back as nate gets into the passenger seat with their target, and off they go. one car chase and crazy gunfight later and they've managed to make it back to their hotel room in one piece, harry swinging the door open with a content sigh. ]

Well, that certainly could've gone worse. All in all not too shabby. Although we do need to do something about the state you're in. [ so he tosses his bag on the bed and heads into the bathroom to rummage around for stuff to take care of nate's injuries with. calling out as he does: ] Take a look at what I grabbed! I think I did pretty well for the limited inventory space.

[He never thought he'd be so glad to see what may be one of the crappiest hotel rooms he's ever seen before, but he is. Dragging himself in with his own bag, he sets it on the bed, practically falling on it just as Harry's bag takes it place beside him. A small 'oomph' at the sudden bounce in the bed and he stays there for a few moments even with the idea of whatever Harry's grabbed. Whatever it is, it probably made the mercenaries even more mad than they were as the two of them sped off.]

I'm fine! I can take a few punches, you know that. [He's resisting the urge to be a big baby about his wounds and so for the moment he turns on his side to look at the bag, sits up so he can sift through the contents after unzipping it. Pulling out a gold bar, he raises a brow at it (mercenaries, who would've known?) and whistles at the load, pulling back to look in the direction of the bathroom. ] Nice! This'll definitely help pay off some of those debts we have...

[Harry's, Nate's, Sully's... It's a group thing, he reminds himself. Still, he leans back at the sudden rush of blood to his head, takes in a small breath and looks down slowly. Fingers fumbling with the ends of his shirt, he pulls the fabric up, notices a dark spot forming around his ribs. Reaching out, he pokes it, then again.

... That.

Is a very tender spot, though why Nate keeps prodding at it is a mystery.] --Ahh..

[ he laughs at the comment, shaking his head as he continues rummaging through the cabinets, pulling out supplies. cloth, bandages and bandaids, rubbing alcohol. he'll have to get ice later. ] Have you noticed no matter how much we earned, we're always up to our eyeballs in debt?

[ 'we'. that's still a strange thing to think about too. harry's used to working on his own, but more and more these days he's been working with nate - and at times, sully too. he and the old man are still rather uneasy with each other but at least they've managed to learn professional courtesy about it when it's needed. he shakes his head and puts it out of his mind for the moment, gathering up the supplies and heading out of the bathroom.

- to see nate prodding one of his bruises. he's really, really not surprised.

he just sighs, puts the supplies on the bed and grabs nate's wrist to keep him from doing it again. ] That's not gonna help it any, mate. How much does it hurt? Any trouble breathing?

[ he's just hoping this isn't a sign of a cracked rib or worse on nate's part, because that's not something he can do much about. ]

You'll see, one day! We'll get more than we owe, Flynn. [He looks forward to the idea, finding a treasure beyond belief and imagination, one that'll have them set for the rest of their lives-- like one of those stories about the kid always having it rough, but winning in the end. It is stupid, he'll agree, but it's a nice thought to have. Sully doesn't have to run from any of the damn debts he owes, Nate not needing Sully to bail him out when he's stuck in prison and Flynn... Whatever Flynn needs to pay off (probably a combination of Nate and Sully's dues, he figures).

For now however, the wounds are more important because damn it stings; the adrenaline is wearing off and though he's feeling the pain seep it, he knows it'll only get worse. His eyes go up to Flynn and he pulls his hand away, opting to hold onto his shirt.] I doubt it's broken, it's just... painful.

I'll be fine. [He waves the other off, glances to his own bag.] So-- you wanna see what we came here for?

[ oh, harry's got many of his own debts, if of the less savory sort. making ends meet after bribes given, paying back loans borrowed from those of the lower circles of the underworld, things like that. it's why he doesn't talk about it much - nate always pulls those disapproving looks and goes on rants over it.

he gives nate a look, almost tempted to poke the bruise himself for the lack of concern, but he lets it drop with a shake of his head. besides, he is pretty curious as to what the mission was all about, and the other wounds are mostly superficial from what he's seeing, they'll keep for a few minutes longer. so he moves to open nate's bag, hauling the statue out. ] This thing is bloody heavy! It's a wonder you got over the wall with it.

[ he turns it over, fingers tracing intricate details as he looks it over, the carvings and faces. it looks almost ancient from the designs and he can't help the low whistle, impressed. it'll probably fetch a hefty price. he has to note one thing, though: ]

Those faces are creepy. [ all wide eyes and stretched mouths and sharp teeth... eugh. ]

[He's smart not to say anything about that! One word and it's only a matter of time before Nate would have tried for a soapbox because even he hasn't tried that (and he's done a hell of a lot of things). When Harry turns away to the bag, Nate quickly checks himself for any more wounds that he might've missed and once the other turns around, he's shoving the shirt back down, grinning and bright-eyed like a child.]

Adrenaline's a great thing, Flynn-- you should read up on it.

[A tease and he grimaces at the mention of the designs. Reaching out to the statue, he brushes over the details, pulls his hand back quickly. Holding it up to Harry, he's joking now, pretending that the statue's ripped off his finger.]

H-Harry, it ate my finger! [He's trying not to laugh, but the smile on his face makes it difficult.]

[ he rolls his eyes at the tease, his attention going to his own bag and sorting out the things he stole, storing them safely as nate looks the statue over himself. he looks up when nate speaks again, blinking at him and the finger he's hiding behind his palm to give the illusion of it being gone.

this is so ridiculous despite the laughter harry's biting back. completely childish. still, he's got a grin he can't contain though and his voice is suitably dramatic when he plays along. ] Oh no! Now it has the blood it needs to revive itself!

[ he might not be the most history savvy, but he knows how crazy some of those old myths could be. sounds appropriate, right? ]

Wait, I know what to do! [He leans forward, pressing his hand close to himself as if to cradle the wound. A hiss in and he laughs, stands up and reaches for the statue. Picking it up, he half-heartedly jogs around the room (yes, it still hurts) before setting the statue on the bed, throwing the sheets over it. Pulling himself up after it, he mock-punches the statue.]

Take that! And-- that! [Finally stopping, he lets out a breath, looks over to Harry with a twisted smile. He settles himself, lays back on the bed while minding the statue.] Do you think it worked?

[ he just watches all of this, muffling his laughter behind a hand, shoulders shaking with it as nate valiantly 'vanquishes' the evil statue. he shakes his head when nate lies back, lifting the cover from the statues cautiously to peer at it, quiet for a few seconds to add to the drama. finally he straightens up with a solemn nod, managing to keep a straight face somehow. ]

And not a moment too soon. You saved the world, Nate. You saved us all. [ he cracks then, laughing as he picks the statue up and places it back in nate's bag, sliding their bags and gear under the bed to free up space and keep them from tripping over them in the middle of the night (it's happened more than a few times). he pats nate on the shoulder, moving to sit on the corner of the bed and grabbing up the medical supplies again. ] Now c'mon, let's patch you up.

[Catching his breath after the actions, Nate gives a nod and moves to push himself back up. ] Doctor's orders? Don't think I want to argue with something like that.

[It takes awhile because it's mostly Nate fussing and saying he doesn't need a bandage here or there but he gives in because Harry probably does have more knowledge in medicine than Nate does (Sully and Elena treating his wounds sounds about right and he can stop bleeding, but that's about it).

Once they're done, the hours pass and he doesn't know how but Flynn's sitting back against him and Nate's knees are up on either side of the Brit as he leans over, messing with the other's hair. There's a small sound of distaste as he tries to crack through the gel slicking the Brit's hair back. He shifts and rests his chin on the top of Harry's head, exhales.]

So what're you really scared of, Flynn? [It's a stupid conversation.] I know it's not tiny purse dogs.

[ he was expecting nate to be fussy, really, so it doesn't deter him much. it helps that the wounds are all as superficial as he thought (even if he still eyes the bruise at his ribs with suspicion) so it's a quick job and soon enough he can put the supplies back where they belong.

harry doesn't exactly know how they got like this either, but he's hardly complaining. far from it in fact. his eyes are closed and he's rested comfortably back against the other man, hands laced together over his stomach. it's a nice quiet way to spend the aftermath of a successful heist, he thinks. ]

Mm? [ it takes him a second to register the question, opening an eye halfway. what few people know about harry flynn: he rather enjoys his hair being played with. he may have been drifting a bit. he chuckles at the question, can't help a jab of his own. ] Not clowns, either.

[ he hums softly as he considers it though, wondering how to answer. there are, frankly, more than a few things he's seriously scared of but keeps hidden on a daily basis. he laughs again when he comes up with something, unable to help throwing it out. ]

Lazaveric's ghost.

[Nate's basing everything that happens here to just be there. What happens here stays in that room and he's fine with that because if anyone found out about any of this, he wouldn't even dare to imagine how that would be. Sliding his hands down, he fluffs out the strands of hair and it makes him feel like an idiot to think about what he's doing but he does this. It's a quiet moment, no one shooting at or trying to kill them. ]

Wiseass. Never should have told you that. [He hums at the comment about the clowns, brows furrowed for a moment. Tugging on the other's hair as a small warning, he listens, takes the silence for what it is and just continues to fuss. The answer has him stop for a moment and he pulls his head back, looking at the other.] --If you're serious, who wouldn't be and if you're not, what the hell, Flynn?

[ harry is a-okay with keeping what happens in morocco in morocco when it comes to this, mostly because he knows that if chloe heard she'd never let it die. that's really not something he wants to deal with.

but he bursts out laughing at the face nate gives him for the answer. ] I'm not, only insomuch as that I don't believe in ghosts. If I did, I would be entirely serious. Dead serious even. [ he grins up at nate when he makes the awful pun, chuckling again before he settles back against him, his eyes going to the far wall as he thinks it over, expression growing more somber. ] Well, there's the usual fear of dying. I rather enjoy my life. But...

[ it's not the ultimate one. he falls quiet for a long moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer than before. again, harry flynn is not used to sharing these kinds of things - real emotions, personal facts. but - well. it's just different in this moment. ]

Being forgotten's the big one, I think.

[A small look and he fluffs the other's hair even more, moves to shift again as Flynn makes himself comfortable and looks away. Oh dear, this talk is going to take a turn for the serious, isn't it?

... Yup. Nate for a second doesn't know what to say because he wasn't expecting that-- or he was and he doesn't want to admit something like that. It's Flynn so it's strange, hearing it leave as a confession because well like he said. It's Harry Flynn. Leaning down, he settles his chin back down on top of the other's head, trying to get his attention.]

It'd be pretty damn hard to forget about someone like you, Harry. [He exhales, settles his hands down onto his shoulders. He can't do with serious sometimes, not when he knows it doesn't have to be.] Think I'll pass on trying.

[ his eyes go up when nate rests his chin on his head again, listening to what he says, a small smile making its way across his mouth. pretty much the expected answer from someone like nathan drake, but still, it's nice to hear. but that's enough seriousness for tonight, since he knows nate has trouble with being serious except in the most dire circumstances and harry's a bit awkward after confessing something like that anyway. so! to get everything back on track he reaches up, flicking nate in the forehead. ]

It's because you're lazy. [ he laughs a little, shaking his head, closing his eyes again and relaxing. and then, a less serious one! ] Heights are a bit of a weak point too.

[ HE JUST doesn't like being too high okay. like 'istanbul museum tower' high. that was not fun in the least. ]

Naturally if you tell anyone, I'm contractually obligated to kill you. So you know.

[He's not expecting that, he's just expecting a lazy comment so when he's recoiling and the words are said, he smiles to himself, one hand reaching up to rub at the sore spot. A breath in and he rolls his eyes at the follow-up, finding that to be something easier to talk about. A smile and he moves his hands down even lower this time, if only to poke Flynn in the sides. He raises a brow.]

Sure you are, pal. [Another prod as he moves his hands away before they can get caught. Taking a breath in, Nate rolls his eyes as he thinks about the threat-- he can't take it seriously in this situation, after all.] Just like what I told you if you told anyone about my secrets?

[ he squirms a bit at the prods to his sides, swatting at nate's hands only to miss when he draws them again. he shakes his head again, settling once more and lacing his fingers back across his stomach, arms resting on nate's knees and head laying back against his shoulder. he has to say, this is pretty damn comfortable. ]

Right! So let's hope that doesn't happen, because that would be an awkward follow up. [ he grins, eyes falling shut once more as he relaxes again, starting to hum a tune under his breath for no other reason than because he can and feels like it. ]

[There's a laugh at that. Nate just tries to bury his face in Flynn's hair and past the strands that aren't trying to stab him in the eye? It's pretty comfy there. He mutters something incoherent --along the lines of 'you ass'-- against the other and he closes his own eyes, listening to that tune. It's not one he knows but it's pretty damn soothing if he thinks about it.

He likes it, and his hands just shift, Nate moves closer and gets comfortable. When he sees his opportunity, he slips his hands underneath Harry's and he turns his head, so he's resting against the other just as much as Flynn's doing to him. He's gonna fall asleep at this rate, he just knows it.

And so he does, and so Flynn does he presumes, considering that during that sleep, he never feels the other move away, leave or shift to an emptier side of the bed. It's nice.]

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