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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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[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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