[ Oh Lance, they suffereth together. Ian sits up slowly from his slouch, ambles over to the kitchen to find a dish towel or something. When he finds one, he points it at Nate to kindly inform him: ]
You're the worst.
[ And then Lance, much more companionably: ]
We don't need an empathy bond to share this deep, deep pain. This is the trenches. You deserve better. I think we'll come out of this stronger having endured.
[ And now he's just gonna clean up the sea world show. ]
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Date: 2020-11-22 01:38 am (UTC)You're the worst.
[ And then Lance, much more companionably: ]
We don't need an empathy bond to share this deep, deep pain. This is the trenches. You deserve better. I think we'll come out of this stronger having endured.
[ And now he's just gonna clean up the sea world show. ]