[ It's about ten past when Matt gets there. Delays on the tube, and of course he couldn't fucking text and let him know, so by the time he gets there he's in a bit of a panic that Nate is going to have left or something.
He stalls outside, calming himself down before getting inside and being led over towards the table. When he said he'd wear a suit, he wasn't joking, and he's there in a deep navy suit, modern cut, with a crisp white shirt underneath, buttons open maybe one or two more than they need to be. Around his wrist though he still wears his same old battered leather cuff, and from his neck that old charm that Nate once gave him hangs from a leather strap.
He's wearing maybe a touch more aftershave than he needs to. ]
Hey, Nate. Sorry fucking underground you know how it is.
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He stalls outside, calming himself down before getting inside and being led over towards the table. When he said he'd wear a suit, he wasn't joking, and he's there in a deep navy suit, modern cut, with a crisp white shirt underneath, buttons open maybe one or two more than they need to be. Around his wrist though he still wears his same old battered leather cuff, and from his neck that old charm that Nate once gave him hangs from a leather strap.
He's wearing maybe a touch more aftershave than he needs to. ]
Hey, Nate. Sorry fucking underground you know how it is.