Nate skims over his e-mail to Charlie before hitting send, then leans back in the chair and winces as most of his spine cracks. "Ow," he mutters, rolling his head from side to side to ease the knots in his neck, then flips his laptop shut and gets to his feet. Almost everything's in place. Once Marlowe's representative, this Talbot guy, gets back to them, he and Sully can head for London. Finally finish this, after twenty years, he'll finally see it through, finish what Drake started and...
His thoughts trail off as he comes into the living room. Sully's sitting in his usual armchair, holding his phone in one hand and staring at it with a look of surprising intensity. Nate stops walking and waits for a few seconds, but Sully doesn't seem to notice him. "Regretting the pizza order?" Nate asks.
Sully jumps and almost drops his phone. "Huh? Oh, no, just-- just thinking," he says.
Nate smirks. "What, another 'lady friend' you're gonna call?"
Sully smiles faintly, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Before Nate can ask what's wrong, there's a knock at the front door. "Speaking of pizza," Sully says and gets to his feet, tossing his phone onto the coffee table before heading for the door.
Nate hesitates for a second, then crosses the room, knowing he should just leave it alone or ask, but-- He picks up Sully's phone and turns it over. It hasn't had enough time to lock, or even turn off the screen, so he's able to see Elena's contact information right away.
He freezes. Part of him wonders if Sully's been talking to her, but mostly he's thinking that with the press of two buttons he could call her, hear her voice again, tell her--
Tell her what? Why he's doing this? She didn't listen when he was there, she's not going to listen now.
The front door slams, and Nate quickly sets the phone down again and steps away. "Here, I got it," he says, walking over to take the pizza from Sully.
"Thanks, kid," Sully says, and Nate doesn't think he sounds suspicious. "You want a beer?"
"Yeah." Nate sets the box down on the counter and goes for the plates. Focus. "I just e-mailed Charlie-- he should get back to me tomorrow morning, I think, and then we just need to get confirmation from Talbot..."
