29 Chimera Court, Late Saturday Morning

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Wade wanted a shower. He hadn't had one since Monday because he was now aware of the GIANT PERVERT in the back of his brain.

So! Today he came up with a brilliant plan to keep Nate from being all voyeur-y.

"Phoebe had a slender waist and slim, shapely legs, but her breasts and hips were plump and womanly, a throwback to an almost forgotten time when women had looked like women. She had a bad girl's body, the sort of body that, even at thirty-three, could just as well have been displayed with a staple through the navel as hanging on a museum wall. It was a bimbo's body -- never mind that the brain inside was highly intelligent, since Phoebe was the sort of woman who was seldom judged by anything except appearances."

Reading terrible romance novels out loud was just brilliant.

Really.

[[for the brain buddy.]]

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Nathan Summers appeared in the corner of the bathroom with his best stoic, placid oh please expression written all over his features. "Wade," he said, his automatic facepalm-dampeners kicking in in the background, "There's really no need. I'm not planning to watch you shower."

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"Her face wasn't any more conventional than her body. There was something off-kilter about the arrangement of her features, although it was difficult to say exactly what since her nose was-"

Wade paused in his reading, completely not making sure the towel covered a bit more. Even though there was no reason Nate would look. Because they were just close friends.

"How do I know that, hmmm? You could've been watching a lo--" Something suddenly dawned on him. "--NO LOOKING AT ARASHI!"

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"I'm not." Nate wasn't rolling his eyes. Really. He was far too stoic to roll his eyes. He looked away, towards the wall. A smirk began to form. "'A staple through the navel'...?"

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Wade rolled his eyes, in respsonse to the complete non-eye rolling happening with Jesus Patton over there. "Hey, I didn't write it," He grumped, using that distraction to turn on the water to the shower. "If I did, it'd skip write to the sex scene."

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"I read romance novels for the articles," Nathan said, glancing back over at Wade. "I wasn't planning this."

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"So you do read romance novels then?" What? Like Wade could let that crack go. "I see you as the princess and the barbarian type. Maybe the widow rancher and drifter farmhand..."

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Like Nate was ever going to answer that one for real. "Gareb had his own literary preferences." He examined his own non-reflection in the mirror.

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"Suuuure he did."

Wade snorted and shook his head, checking the water temperature. (Ooo! Scalding hot!) He turned it down just a tad.

"Gareb always seemed more like a fan of fantasy. You know, like the books with the Queen and her noble knight and their tragic love story where he must go on a long and horrible quest only to share one night in her bed and then be killed by the king for disloyalty."

Wade may have put a wee bit too much thought into this.

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Nate agreed. "You've put a lot of thought into this..." He glanced over his shoulder. "As far as I can tell, my windows of opportunity function mostly on the whims of your subconscious," he expositioned, before returning his attention to the mirror. "It's not really a room with an ocean view..."

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Wade took to focusing on the running water. "You took over with Umbridge, didn't you?"

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"Yes." Nate turned back around, crossing his arms.

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He still wasn't turning to look at Nate. The water sure did look interesting.

"Why? I would have survived it."

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"You looked like you could use a hand."

He was studying Wade now, leaning slightly back against the wall.

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Wade...

Wanted a beer.

Badly.

"So? Didn't have to." Which meant Wade didn't expect favours like that from anyone, especially not Nate. (Not without a reason.)

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'You saved my life, I saved yours.' It seemed like such a long time ago, now...

"Neither did you," Nate observed.

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Well that shut him up right quick.

Wade decided the water was good enough now and got in, ignoring Nate completely.

He'd say Nate was sneaking a peek later when he was in a better mood. Or drunk. Most likely drunk.

"When else did you take over? Because if you made me miss ANTM, I'm going to be very pissed."

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He wasn't sneaking any peeks. He was looking at the opposing wall, instead.

"Nothing important," Nate said, before letting the quiet take over.

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"Good!" Wade was very sad to have no hair to distract himself with washing. He blamed the artists. "And no more making me watch CNN!"