Who: Damon and Nate When: Day 6; midday Where: Damon's room (presumably)
It had been a couple days since Nate had found himself alone in Damon's room, toying with the waistband of the other man's sweats - before he'd fled, in the coolest way possible. Damon hadn't come looking for him, or even made himself available as far as Nate knew, and so that meant he had to be the one to seek Damon out. Nate couldn't seem like he was put off, but he couldn't be easy either. There was a way to go about using Damon's attraction to him - or to his job as a porn actor - to his advantage, and he wanted to figure out what it was.
The presents the scientists bestowed upon them were the perfect conversation starter, so Nate took that as an opportunity to head on over to Damon's room and knock on his door. When Damon opened it up, Nate leaned his hand against the frame. He didn't know if Damon would dismiss him for not putting out, and he didn't want to give him a chance to do so. "Hey. What'd they give you?"
Nate already knew everyone had gotten something different, and he felt somewhat childish for being all excited over sneakers when Joseph had gotten tons of booze and Madison had gotten a torture device, but he still liked them, and he was still wearing them. In an effort to keep cool, he was dressed in a black tank top and deep red shorts that looked as though they were being held up only by the belt around Nate's waist. As usual, his sweatbands were the most interesting aspect of his outfit, which were Ninja Turtle themed.