Y'know, it wouldn't be really out of character. Doesn't Nate have a tendency to over-analyse everything? So after a lot of self-analysing, he'll come to that conclusion, the conclusion that goes along the lines of "Wow, I love my dick. And wow, I want Brad to love my dick, too. I have to get to work on that." Subtlety, Nate, subtlety is the key. Shit. I mistyped that word about five times.

Yes, and Brad's all, "Don't tell me Nate's more touchy-feely now than when he was female! I am so screwed. Wait, why am I screwed? He's a dude. I feel nothing for him, damn it, damn i- oh, shit. Fucking butterflies and filthy thoughts."

Yessss, and Nate's like, "BRAD. SGT. COLBERT. *BRUSH BRUSH BRUSH*."

And then Brad kind of goes, "Mmkay. Got it. *PLOTS*"

And, y'know, Stafford and Christeson are there, SOMEWHERE. SPYIN'. AND PLOTTIN'. AND DOING OTHER NEFARIOUS THINGS FOR THE GOOD OF ALL MANKIND.