"Logically, it's unusual, but on a normal human scale, that should have been more than expected." Mail snorted as he turned the car around. "I can get us to an airport."

"I don't have an ID or a passport," Near reminded.

"And I'm a Hollywood superstar." Mail hummed.

"So?" Near inquired, lifting an eyebrow. "Does that entitle Mail to special treatment for some reason? Or..." He smiled a little. "Ohh... that is right... I look quite a bit like Nate, don't I?"

"Yep." Mail smiled and nodded. "Besides, if no-one goes for that, I could just bring you as 'carry-on'."

"Very funny," Near scoffed, looking away. "...How will Mihael react to you running off to England with me?"

"Not - well." Mail replied. "Part of why I'm doing it."

"Mail and Mihael do not get along?" Near hummed, lifting an eyebrow.

"Are you kiddin'?" Mail laughed.

"Is it a popularity war, or something else?" Near pressed.

"What do you think?" Mail winked at Near.

"I think that Mihael is more famous then Mail and Mail is jealous," Near hummed. "Mihael would have to be more famous if Nate has a phone full of his photos and not a single one of Mail."

"I get more one and one time with Nate." Mail chuckled. "He only just had some alone time with Mihael recently...just before you showed up actually."

"If sleeping with him and then telling him it meant nothing is 'one on one' time," Near hummed. "...He keeps all of his text messages."

"Huh?" Mail blinked. "...Nah, you're fuckin' with me now."

Mail laughed.

Near pulled Nate's phone from his jacket and scrolled through it like he'd had the thing his whole life.

After a moment be read aloud, "So what? It was just sex and we were drunk. Plus, don't hate on me for making us famous."