[The commotion is causing a stir, and so, still deep in his role as a camp counselor, Wade shoves his way through the crowd, blowing a whistle. He's still clad in his short as hell daisy dukes and tie-dye shirt. He's also covered in glitter-- don't ask. All things which are likely to make him seem far less commanding a presence, but he's still trying.] Alright, alright, break it up. Break it up! What's going on here-- oh, shit.

[Wade stares at the unconscious Nate in Julian's arms. Maybe Wade is finally feeling guilty for being a lazy piece of shit who just wanted to camp. It will be a fleeting guilt, most likely.]

Which one of you fuckers wants to tell me what happened to Nate? And who it is I gotta stab with my baby knife.

[See, he might be a huge piece of shit, but if someone he cares about is hurt, ya'll better watch out.]