[Excuse you don't show up here and say things like he gets to go do cool stuff because he's loved or something. Gosh. He worked hard to get on Nate's good side, to get to be on the shortlist for doing cool shit like this.

(But also, like, Nate can care about him. Maybe. That might force him to think about caring about Nate, and that just sounds like a big old fucking mess, even if he's already doing it and simply refusing to acknowledge the experience.)

Nate gets to his feet, and Taako just nods, sparing no more gazes to what they're going to leave behind.]

Don't worry about it, my man. I know how it goes.

[This won't be the first time. It's a reunion tour, in a way, even when it's just the twins' and a new crew of misfits against the world. He gestures to the doorway.]

C'mon, get outta here, if you kill any more braincells with those fumes you'll forget how to kiss my ass.