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“okay, first of all, I don’t know you and you don’t know me.” Nate took a step further into the bathroom. “My last name here is Haywood. It’s Haywood.” He firmly said, repeating it for emphasis. He opened his mouth to speak again but the sentence caught Nate off guard. He didn’t understand what he had meant at first but then it clicked and he just barely glanced down at the other’s lips. “uhh, I-I’m not-” he felt his brain shut down momentarily, which was honestly a first in weeks and then he let out a frustrated sigh. “stop doing that!” he snapped eventually, as if his own spacing out was the other guy’s fault.
here ? sounds a bit sus to nolan but he brushes it off , respecting nathaniel's wishes with an eyeroll and an , " okay haywood . " he's still leaning on the cubicle , trying to bite off a chuckle as the guy spaces out momentarily before snapping at him as if it was his fault he was spacing out . nolan eyes nate from the bottom up , nate's either confused or frustrated and nolan honestly couldn't tell . so he guesses : " look , you've clearly got some pent up frustration down there and i can help with that , " he's grinning as he says this , head gesturing to the cubicle he's leaning on . " don't worry , if you're not into that i'll back off . "













