[The goal was to sit on the bed and without landing on Lance in any way and opening him up somehow. This arrangement is perfect. Stop moving.
His brows lift skeptically at Lance's little pledge. It's nice to hear, but unbelievable. Like John Titor talking about timeleaps on the radio -- or, uh, it was until they started living off a castleship capable of teleportation and who knows what else.]
Huh? [Like he'd made the request in another language.] There's barely enough room for you, plus you're hurt.
[Because sleep here tonight means in bed with me rather than rejoin me in our room that you've been avoiding for x amount of time. He doesn't have enough time to be properly flustered by the request he's (probably) misconstruing, as it's supplemented by a water request...]
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His brows lift skeptically at Lance's little pledge. It's nice to hear, but unbelievable. Like John Titor talking about timeleaps on the radio -- or, uh, it was until they started living off a castleship capable of teleportation and who knows what else.]
Huh? [Like he'd made the request in another language.] There's barely enough room for you, plus you're hurt.
[Because sleep here tonight means in bed with me rather than rejoin me in our room that you've been avoiding for x amount of time. He doesn't have enough time to be properly flustered by the request he's (probably) misconstruing, as it's supplemented by a water request...]
You're gonna end up peeing in your sleep.
[Which isn't a no, but a Word To The Wise.]
With ice?