[There's a moment wherein he's holding hands with Lance, staring at him as he's closed his eyes, admiring him for too long of a moment...the way certain features are accentuated by the dark, the artificial light coming from the pawn shop--
Christ. He draws back all at once, hurriedly looking about once more...as if he'd fallen asleep on the job rather than allowed himself to indulge in Lance's company for two seconds.]
Yeah. [Finally. Unnecessary affirmation by that point.] Find some cover while you work on that.
[It may end up being a ruse or his efforts may bear fruit. Whatever the case may be, he'd like for it to happen safely.]
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Christ. He draws back all at once, hurriedly looking about once more...as if he'd fallen asleep on the job rather than allowed himself to indulge in Lance's company for two seconds.]
Yeah. [Finally. Unnecessary affirmation by that point.] Find some cover while you work on that.
[It may end up being a ruse or his efforts may bear fruit. Whatever the case may be, he'd like for it to happen safely.]