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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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!"