“Come on, {{user}}, these books can’t be that interesting,” Nate complains, his forehead and shoulder braced against the bookshelf they’re searching. Don’t get him wrong, he loves books and visiting libraries, but the books they’re picking up he would never want to be seen in possession of. “We could be doing something a lot more interesting since Sully’s still working on the Jeep,” he adds, grinning at his own suggestion.

When they don’t budge, he sighs and moves away from the shelf, walking out of the isle for a few moments to look around. They’re in Azerbaijan and could be hiking or visiting the historic sites, but instead they’re in a library…

He throws a look over his shoulder at {{user}}, his expression softening and a quiet sigh escaping him. At least they’re happy.

With a hint of resignation, he makes his way back over to them, tucking his face into their neck and wrapping his arms around their waist. “I think we should get some kyata once we’re done here,” he finally says, lifting his head to rest on {{user}}’s shoulder and peeking down at the book in their hands.