xp_logs | Nathan, Angelo, and Juliette

Arriving home from Muir, Nathan finds himself at the mercy of two of his employees when they note a new addition to his wardrobe.

"Flight was actually on time," Nathan said, coming through the partition door and into the offices. Juliette and Angelo had been alerted to his arrival about ten minutes ago by his cheery 'I'm home!' from the other side of the boathouse, but he'd taken the time to drop his bag upstairs before wandering in to see what was going on. "Quiet afternoon?" he asked, noting the lack of anyone but the two of them around.

"Yeah, 's not that much goin' on", Angelo said, glancing up and waving a piece of paper at him. "But you wanna come have a look at this."

"I talked to David in Uganda before I left Muir this morning. Things seem to be status quo there," Nathan said, coming over and taking the paper from Angelo. "That delay in Chechnya's not a bad thing, I think, as nice as it would have been to have all three opening around the same time..." He frowned at the poor-quality print of the document. "Something Mac liberated from an archive somewhere?" he asked, squinting.

Then, he frowned again, this time in chagrin. He reached into his pocket and came out with what was unmistakably a glasses case. Resolutely not looking at either Angelo or Juliette, he opened it, took the glasses out, and put them on. No comments about 'oh, that's better' were forthcoming. He simply skimmed over the document in silence.

Angelo was looking at him, though, eyebrows raised. Finally, "Yeah, I don't ask too many questions about where Mac gets these things he sends over."

"Always a good plan. I'm almost positive he still have ambiguous attitudes regarding the freedom of information..."

"Well, if you're not going to say it, I am," Juliette said from her desk, quite innocently. "I like the glasses, Nathan. They make you look seriously. Scholarly. Much less thuggish. You should consider wearing them for meetings."

"I was tryin' to figure out the right words", Angelo protested, laughing. "You always get there first."

Nathan gave them both the proverbial look that could kill. Still, he had been forced to admit to Moira - who'd come down to Edinburgh with him, supposedly to do some shopping, but mostly to make sure that he did indeed get the prescription filled before he went back to Westchester - that they weren't bad-looking. Simple metal frames, not particularly geeky. And he only had to wear them for reading, at least.

Juliette merely smiled sweetly. "Properly shaved, with the glasses and a decent suit... I think Uncle Joel would approve."

Angelo, meanwhile, had been surreptitiously fiddling with his phone. One point and press later, he grinned at Juliette and made a run for the safety of her desk. "Let's find out."

Nathan glared at the two of them, both chortling at this point. "Sure, mock. At some point you'll get old and decrepit too." He sat down in Angelo's chair and raised an eyebrow. "And there's always the issue of revenge."

"You won't do anythin'", was the airy response. "Nothin' but maybe photos, an' Amanda already got hold of everythin' Mom's got."

"Oh, won't I. Ask David some time about the yak, the monk, and the porn actress."

That got raised eyebrows in return. "Y'know, I think I might have to. An' then get Dom to give me ideas."

Nathan grumbled and took the glasses off, holding them out at arm's length to take a look at them. "These are going to be a pain in the ass," he said. "I hate being old."

"Young people have to wear glasses too", was Angelo's helpful response. "Strangers aren't gonna laugh at you."

"No, just everyone I know," Nathan retorted. Juliette had her head down on her desk at this point, all but howling in laughter. "Would you stop that? It's very annoying!"

"Not everyone." Angelo was fighting for a straight face, patting Juliette's head absently. "Moira won't, Rachel... might not if you get to her before we do..." And that did it.

"I," Nathan said up, getting up and gathering the remains of his dignity, "am going to go unpack and pretend this conversation didn't happen. For your sakes." He paused at the door into the living room, giving them both an evil look that promised many evil things.

Unfortunately for him, it just made Angelo laugh harder.

"Moira picked them out, didn't she?" Juliette called.

The door closed. Loudly, and in an affronted fashion.