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[nothingtomiss]

After he's checked in with Ray and Marissa and thoroughly made sure that Terry's fine, the next stop's a no brainer. In dry clothes (which might yet be a mistake), Brad sets off towards Nate's hut. His combat boots are pretty much damp right the way through at this point, and his pants soak through the knee pretty quickly. The sun's fucking

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[assured_of_this]

"Where else would I be? Remy's busy treating frostbite and school's canceled." Nate's peering out at Brad from around the side of the hut, camo and boots from the waist down, topped by a white t-shirt with mud smudged at the hem. Today is possibly even more surreal than the day before, and out here checking on the few plants he'd been trying to grow, he has to wonder what it's doing to his body when his toes are freezing while his nose gets sun burnt.

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Brad makes a beeline for him, dropping into a crouch beside him and leaning in to kiss him before he can protest, not that he's likely to. Brad's not about to insult him by saying that he was worried, but it's good to see Nate, all the same.

"Are you fucking gardening?"

[assured_of_this]

That's unexpected, and Nate simply stares in bafflement at Brad for a moment before he replies. "I take it Terry said yes," he concludes, ignoring the gardening comment altogether. Whatever he'd been doing a moment ago hardly seems important, under the circumstances.

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That look on Nate's face, it's endearing and Brad feels the grin spreading across his face.

"Eventually, yeah," he says, with a little duck of his head. "Took her a while to get her head around it."

Took Brad a while to get his head around it, when it came right down to it.