[Nate isn't one to complain about small luxuries when and where he can get them, and this is a gift horse he doesn't really want to look in the mouth. Money really can buy you everything, like personal water heaters and a compact private shower. It's sort of impressive, in a way that makes him wonder if people actively camp anymore.
I enjoy my privacy, Rafe says, and then strips his sweater and shirt off as though he wasn't currently entertaining exhausted company. Nate barely has the energy to keep from staring, lingering on wiry muscle and the dark hair under Rafe's navel. He swallows hard.]
No. I mean- it doesn't bother me, but uh- [Belatedly he realizes he should be stripping, toeing off his boots.] I like privacy, too.
[Rafe conveniently steps in to guide him back on track, a lost soul loitering at the edge of a foreign place. At the light pulling Nate agrees with the silent assessment that he ought to lose his shirt, and lose it he does. Part of his attention span is caught with weary fingers fumbling over his belt buckle, while the other drifts to the the shower itself.]
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I enjoy my privacy, Rafe says, and then strips his sweater and shirt off as though he wasn't currently entertaining exhausted company. Nate barely has the energy to keep from staring, lingering on wiry muscle and the dark hair under Rafe's navel. He swallows hard.]
No. I mean- it doesn't bother me, but uh- [Belatedly he realizes he should be stripping, toeing off his boots.] I like privacy, too.
[Rafe conveniently steps in to guide him back on track, a lost soul loitering at the edge of a foreign place. At the light pulling Nate agrees with the silent assessment that he ought to lose his shirt, and lose it he does. Part of his attention span is caught with weary fingers fumbling over his belt buckle, while the other drifts to the the shower itself.]
...are we gonna fit?