[ Wade is starting to look amused in that almost-patronizing way that adults gets when they're waiting for a kid to come to a simple conclusion, which only makes him want to find the right answer faster. He's got his pride and ability to suss out mysteries to think about.

No affirmation or negation, then. No clues. Fine. He concentrates instead on the arms crossed over Wade's chest, the physique that speaks to a life probably not that dissimilar from what he used to do. ]

...It's not treasure hunting, 'cause you'd have said something back then. [ He reasons to himself, taking a step. One turns into two, and then three, and Nate is pacing. ] You've had rich clients but you can sometimes get away with overcharging them, and you're about as good at defusing fights as you are starting them. Not...not security, I don't think- No, no, 'cause you'd hate that.

[ Nate points out, briefly making eye contact before continuing down the hall. ]

You don't work long-term like that. Not even for somebody's private army, and you're not really a taking orders guy.