what do you think Nate and Sophie are doing now that they left the team?
The same thing they do every night, Pinky - try to take over the world!
Keeping Up With the Devereauxs, A Short Point Form:
Have you seen Sophie’s ring? John Rogers p. much implied Nate is broke.
[insert elaborate wedding job episode here]
Sophie brings home the caviar.
Nate’s turned into a house-husband. He cooks, he cleans, he picks up after Sophie. Has din-din on the table when she gets home from her theatre company.
They go for weeks without milk though, waiting for the other to break. Sadistic bastards.
Nate takes Sophie to Home Depot and talk about mundane things like home renovation.
They could very well hire someone to do it for them, but they don’t stay long enough in one place to call it home.
Sophie gets restless and Nate doesn’t want to begrudge her of her happiness—they travel as often as they can—for pleasure and sometimes for business.
They fall in and out of love with cities and countries, but they always find themselves back in Portland, Boston, London or Paris.
Nate gets restless too, he needs to do things, so he picks up odd hobbies and interests.
Sophie wonders if it was really the right time, not them being together but the change of pace. They’re hedonistic and addicts, really, so it takes them a while to adjust to a much quieter life.
They’re too young to be retired but old enough to know better. But they understand that they are building a future together one that’s long and full… and less about having guns pointed at them.
Trouble and mystery does seem to find them at opportune times. It peppers their marriage with excitement.
Now that they don’t have the team breathing down their necks they are probably having A LOT OF SEX. Nate is still terrible at foreplay. YEAH, BABY, LET’S DO THAT THING ALL THE RIGHT WAYS. I AM A REAL GOOD SEX PERSON.
Parker gets them a puppy one Christmas… named Parker Jr.
They have Skype dates with the team.
Double dates with Maggie and Sterling (✿◠ ‿ ◠ )
They don’t talk about jobs—until Hardison brings it up to gloat (oh, my sweet summer child).
Have I mentioned faking deaths and pre-arranging funerals?
Knocking back a few cocktails. Sipping 100 year old wine in a claw foot tub in a secluded villa on St. Barts.
The usual world domination and going on a voyage of mutual discovery.