[Holy shit, twenty-two years old and joining the FBI.
When Nate was twenty-two, he was doing three weeks in a Venezuelan lock-up to get information from an inmate while Sam scoured the local historic collections for leads on a job. They actively hunted for their work, and they loved every second of it, but sometimes Nate is reminded that other people didn't have the luxury of free movement and simultaneously had the albatross of college tuition debt swinging from their necks.
The Drakes had already earned a reputation and took consulting when it came to them. While a deep-seated part of Nate is envious of those with higher education he's grateful he never had to worry much about "fitting" into society until his line became legitimate by necessity.]
Agent Sweets. That's so cute.
[The smile on Nate's face should indicate that he is 100% giving Lance shit for the sake of giving him shit.]
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When Nate was twenty-two, he was doing three weeks in a Venezuelan lock-up to get information from an inmate while Sam scoured the local historic collections for leads on a job. They actively hunted for their work, and they loved every second of it, but sometimes Nate is reminded that other people didn't have the luxury of free movement and simultaneously had the albatross of college tuition debt swinging from their necks.
The Drakes had already earned a reputation and took consulting when it came to them. While a deep-seated part of Nate is envious of those with higher education he's grateful he never had to worry much about "fitting" into society until his line became legitimate by necessity.]
Agent Sweets. That's so cute.
[The smile on Nate's face should indicate that he is 100% giving Lance shit for the sake of giving him shit.]