( So there Lance is, socializing, Lancing, making pleasant connections with strangers as people are wont to do. It's perfectly polite, and so the inevitable interruption is rude as all fuck. Normally he's a little more tactful about interjecting, but when you're on an alien planet and you've recognized exactly one other single familiar face it can sort of go out the window.
Well, technically speaking, he recognizes the voice.
From behind a throng of a dozen bodies, Lance can probably hear- )
Hey- Hey! Fuck, sorry, excuse me-
( Annnnd he's just gonna slide right in there in front of whomever it was Lance was befriending. Fuck you, guy.
There's a distinctly relieved breath in his token: )
Hey, man.
( And, yeah, he's going directly in for a hug. Were they huggers before? Not exactly. Does he consider Lance a hugger in general? No.
But you know what, dude?
This is hug o'clock. Never has there been a more appropriate time, in his opinion. It's probably a testament to his lack of experience that he doesn't think for even a second Lance won't remember him. )
field work and then maybe mission who knows where the wind will blow us ok
Well, technically speaking, he recognizes the voice.
From behind a throng of a dozen bodies, Lance can probably hear- )
Hey- Hey! Fuck, sorry, excuse me-
( Annnnd he's just gonna slide right in there in front of whomever it was Lance was befriending. Fuck you, guy.
There's a distinctly relieved breath in his token: )
Hey, man.
( And, yeah, he's going directly in for a hug. Were they huggers before? Not exactly. Does he consider Lance a hugger in general? No.
But you know what, dude?
This is hug o'clock. Never has there been a more appropriate time, in his opinion. It's probably a testament to his lack of experience that he doesn't think for even a second Lance won't remember him. )