[Lance isn't typically big on physical contact, but he doesn't mind the gesture this time; it's kind of nice, really, and he'll take all the reassurance he can get at this point.
He's quiet as Ian continues, watching him and reading between the lines as expected, even if he's slightly less sharp from the effects of the alcohol and everything else that's happened the past few--or more like one and a half?--days.
He's naturally optimistic, underneath his pragmatism, and so he wants to offer Ian the the advice that nothing's truly over until it's over; things do change, even in the more dire situations, and it could still happen. But he also doesn't want to just completely ignore the sentiment Ian is sharing, and so he decides to save the optimism for later. Sometimes you just want to drink and be a little sad about things.]
It's worse when it's so drawn out, at least in some sense. Having to just watch and wait.
[He doesn't have the experience on the grand, all-encompassing scale that exists in Ian's world, but he's had enough other experiences to at least know what he's talking about. Being in a situation in which you can't really do anything but just survive day to day, knowing what the likely end will be and that you're just moving closer and closer to it, is a terrible experience.]
I think you're right, about the people here; some of them, anyway. My world is pretty... Normal, I guess? We make our own meanings, and find our own purposes, but we're all just... No one's more special than anyone else. The murders we investigate, those people who died, they're just people and no better or worse than people who are still alive.
[There are people that are heroes through their own actions, but that's something self-made; they aren't destined, or chosen, or somehow greater or more special than the people who don't make it. It surely isn't everyone here, but it definitely feels like there at least some who are used to things just falling into place for them in the end because that's the way their world works.]
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Date: 2020-11-19 07:03 am (UTC)He's quiet as Ian continues, watching him and reading between the lines as expected, even if he's slightly less sharp from the effects of the alcohol and everything else that's happened the past few--or more like one and a half?--days.
He's naturally optimistic, underneath his pragmatism, and so he wants to offer Ian the the advice that nothing's truly over until it's over; things do change, even in the more dire situations, and it could still happen. But he also doesn't want to just completely ignore the sentiment Ian is sharing, and so he decides to save the optimism for later. Sometimes you just want to drink and be a little sad about things.]
It's worse when it's so drawn out, at least in some sense. Having to just watch and wait.
[He doesn't have the experience on the grand, all-encompassing scale that exists in Ian's world, but he's had enough other experiences to at least know what he's talking about. Being in a situation in which you can't really do anything but just survive day to day, knowing what the likely end will be and that you're just moving closer and closer to it, is a terrible experience.]
I think you're right, about the people here; some of them, anyway. My world is pretty... Normal, I guess? We make our own meanings, and find our own purposes, but we're all just... No one's more special than anyone else. The murders we investigate, those people who died, they're just people and no better or worse than people who are still alive.
[There are people that are heroes through their own actions, but that's something self-made; they aren't destined, or chosen, or somehow greater or more special than the people who don't make it. It surely isn't everyone here, but it definitely feels like there at least some who are used to things just falling into place for them in the end because that's the way their world works.]