[That is something Nate can handle, drawing up a small, movable rig with enough counterweight to hold without slipping. There's always a wider margin for human error when he trusts a stranger - and most of the guys here are just that - to maintain the other end of his line when he's swinging for a far ledge. Nate has more faith in his little finger than he does in any of these hired hands.
It's unconventional by modern standards, he knows, to take payment on a physical piece of paper but there's something about it that really appeals to his tactile nature. As well as his need to keep relatively detailed notes on things. (It would actually be considerably more convenient if it was a wad of hard cash, but he understands that as a consultant he has to appear a certain way on the payroll.) Nate is prepared to reach out and accept it when Rafe slips into his space, nudging the lapel of his jacket aside to nudge the check into his coat pocket.]
Uh.
[He laughs then, partly out of nervousness, partly because the adrenaline spike from almost dying is crashing pretty hard and he can feel the need to lie down niggling at the back of his skull.]
Buy me a drink before you start stuffing money down my shirt, why don't you.
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[That is something Nate can handle, drawing up a small, movable rig with enough counterweight to hold without slipping. There's always a wider margin for human error when he trusts a stranger - and most of the guys here are just that - to maintain the other end of his line when he's swinging for a far ledge. Nate has more faith in his little finger than he does in any of these hired hands.
It's unconventional by modern standards, he knows, to take payment on a physical piece of paper but there's something about it that really appeals to his tactile nature. As well as his need to keep relatively detailed notes on things. (It would actually be considerably more convenient if it was a wad of hard cash, but he understands that as a consultant he has to appear a certain way on the payroll.) Nate is prepared to reach out and accept it when Rafe slips into his space, nudging the lapel of his jacket aside to nudge the check into his coat pocket.]
Uh.
[He laughs then, partly out of nervousness, partly because the adrenaline spike from almost dying is crashing pretty hard and he can feel the need to lie down niggling at the back of his skull.]
Buy me a drink before you start stuffing money down my shirt, why don't you.