[Nate's indignation leaves his body the same way all the blood drains out of his face: suddenly, and without warning. It's probably a good thing they aren't speaking in person, that Nate can't see the look Rafe would be giving him right now, when his lungs are sucked clean of air because the last time he heard anyone say Avery's name out loud was when he crawled back to Sully's place after Scotland, begging to crash on his couch.]
Wh-
[He sits down, perched on the edge of a worn couch with the phone pressed to his ear, chewing seconds that feel like hours.]
You found him? [Nate asks as he finally drags his voice back into his chest, breathy and a far cry from the sharp, accusatory edge he'd employed moments before.] You found the Gunsway haul?
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Wh-
[He sits down, perched on the edge of a worn couch with the phone pressed to his ear, chewing seconds that feel like hours.]
You found him? [Nate asks as he finally drags his voice back into his chest, breathy and a far cry from the sharp, accusatory edge he'd employed moments before.] You found the Gunsway haul?