Nate chuckled. Chuck wouldn't send people out to be killed by the zombie hordes because they were unpopular and a little insufferable about how unpopular they were. Well. He was pretty sure. Well. Maybe Nate should put a good word in.
Nate slipped his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. “Uhm, actually,” he said, “I have no idea. I don't think I've actually used this to make am actual call since ...” he stopped talking. He couldn't remember, at all. Maybe he never had. Blair always made their dinner reservations, and Nate pretty much strictly communicated by text. “It's probably the same.”