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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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[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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