[Unlike his wife, Nate doesn't keep vigil at the directory to see who the new arrivals might be, and if any of them are much-missed familiar faces. He probably should, but what can he say? He's just not a tech guy. Half the time he has to be reminded that the thing updates itself.
So it's not knowledge that his best friend has also been space kidnapped that gets Nate looking for him. It's not even the desire to visit the observation deck, cool as it is—he was on his way somewhere else. But just outside the deck, he stops and sniffs. And grins.
He'd know the scent of that cigar anywhere.
Inside the deck, the loud Hawaiian shirt draws him in line a beacon (plus it just isn't that crowded. Nate stands beside and a little behind Sully, trying not to snicker before replying.]
Oh come on, Sully, don't tell me you can't take the heat.
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So it's not knowledge that his best friend has also been space kidnapped that gets Nate looking for him. It's not even the desire to visit the observation deck, cool as it is—he was on his way somewhere else. But just outside the deck, he stops and sniffs. And grins.
He'd know the scent of that cigar anywhere.
Inside the deck, the loud Hawaiian shirt draws him in line a beacon (plus it just isn't that crowded. Nate stands beside and a little behind Sully, trying not to snicker before replying.]
Oh come on, Sully, don't tell me you can't take the heat.