[ lance feels his body tip slightly at the weight on his arm, but luckily allen's hold keeps him steady. the weight on his chest, too, feels suddenly heavier; he looks down just in time to watch the glint of light his insignia catches reflect over the blacks of his uniform, and he nods mutely, swallowing something thick in his throat. ]
Right.
[ right. get your head in the game, lance... ]
Let's keep going, then.
[ till their legs give out beneath them, if they have to. ]
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Right.
[ right. get your head in the game, lance... ]
Let's keep going, then.
[ till their legs give out beneath them, if they have to. ]