[ Don't bug her, Sam had emphasized, and Nate doesn't have a clear picture of what constitutes as "bugging" unless it's just his presence that is objectionable. He won't ask her and Sam seems to want to take up the duty of comforting, but neither does Nate explicitly want to get between people if this is a Lance issue. Is it better to sequester himself elsewhere and avoid all contact, hang around and potentially make things awkward, or meet up at a hotel and have a few drinks to help him forget what's happening?
Fuck, he doesn't know. But he can't stay here if he's trying to keep to respecting someone's privacy or he'll be this close to asking what's wrong when he sees her face. ]
i promise i won't be your drill sergeant. can you send me a gps ping?
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Fuck, he doesn't know. But he can't stay here if he's trying to keep to respecting someone's privacy or he'll be this close to asking what's wrong when he sees her face. ]
i promise i won't be your drill sergeant.
can you send me a gps ping?
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[ And there you go, a nice little bloop on Nate's mental radar to Lance's fancy Poker Money hotel room. ]
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[ He'll make his way over. ]