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[ishotyouuu]

Eyyy, that's my boy.

[Wade quickens his pace until he's close enough to give Lance a boisterous and probably overly enthusiastic clap on the back.]

Knew there was more to you than just a cute tush. What was your main poison? And if you say Zima my respect for you's gonna go way down, I'm warning you.

[lifetothefullest]

[The prior warning means he isn't particularly startled by the far too enthusiastic gesture, though he still blushes faintly at the second comment. He's too sober for this.]

Was Zima even available in Canada? But no, of course not. I drank bourbon, like a real teenager who wants to look badass by drinking hard liquor but still secretly wants it to be sweet.

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade snaps his fingers, making a small sound of disappointment.]

Aww man, I should've gotten bourbon-- that sounds pretty good right about now. Nothin' wrong with never outgrowing your sweet tooth, right?

[He blinks.]

Hang on-- I never told you I was Canadian, did I? Can't remember whether or not that came up when I was bleeding all over your makeshift gurney that one time. Uh... thanks for patching me up, bee tee dubs-- don't know if I ever said that either.

[lifetothefullest]

I don't remember you mentioning it.

[But that doesn't necessarily mean anything; Lance typically has a good memory, but even since ending up in Hadriel it's been somewhat less reliable than it used to be. Thanks, trauma.

But as for the last comment--]

You don't have to thank me, but you're welcome. I'm just glad you have a very convenient power.

[They reach Lance's room, and he opens the door and lets Wade go in first. It's a nice hotel room, and although it's not one of the best rooms it's also certainly not one of the cheapest ones; it's also not actually much of a mess, despite that he's been mostly just depression drinking the last few days. Bottles are placed together neatly on the counter, the bed is made, and so on.]

[ishotyouuu]

Yeah, but you provided, uh... what's it called? Moral support. Or something. That's gotta account for something, doesn't it?

[Such a gentleman.

Wade eases his way past Lance into the hotel room, taking a few seconds to glance around and take everything in. It is a rather nice hotel room, and considering Wade's taken up residence in quite a few hotel rooms in his decades-long career, he feels as though he's in a bit of a position to judge. He lets out a soft noise of appreciation, taking a seat on the foot of the bed. Wade no don't do that it's super-rude.]

Eyyy nice digs, broheim. I wouldn't blame you for sticking it out a few extra days after you sorted out your domestic squabble or whatever. You get Cinemax here?