Life wasn't usually like 'ask and ye shall receive' for Nate, so his dark eyebrows lifted to almost touch the brim of his cap when he was given permission to eat the sandwich. He didn't waste another moment in the doorway, instead crossing the kitchen to the island, and left one stool in between himself and Ethan as he took a seat.
"You gonna puke or something?" Nate asked, wanting to be prepared for the worst. Ethan's sluggish manner was annoying him a little, but everything annoyed him a little that day, so he said nothing about it and reached for the sandwich. It tasted good to him, although the bread wasn't anywhere near as squishy as Nate liked it.