[Harry goes down and that prompts Nate to sit up, look at him because it's weird if they're both on the same level in that moment, for that situation, somehow. Watching him, he considers things as they are, thinks on that answer then shifts, moves to sit himself on the Brit's stomach because maybe from here he won't get betrayed somehow (if Harry gets second thoughts again). Looking down at him, he takes a breath in.]
But Flynn, you're crap at being adaptable. [It's an attempt at a joke and the wry smile doesn't leave him. Reaching down, he clenches a hand into a fist and lightly this time, he bumps the side of Harry's face.]
... Stay. That was what you were gonna do anyway, right?
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But Flynn, you're crap at being adaptable. [It's an attempt at a joke and the wry smile doesn't leave him. Reaching down, he clenches a hand into a fist and lightly this time, he bumps the side of Harry's face.]
... Stay. That was what you were gonna do anyway, right?