[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?