( He echoes in a kind of deadpan disbelief. Just heal it, he says. Another one of those things he'd like to have known before they went in. How the fuck does Lance manage to wake up on an alien planet and immediately become some kind of badass wizard? Meanwhile, all Ian got was this stupid t-shirt.
He ambles along, consciously matching Lance's pace because he's stupidly, absurdly overthinking what normal, unbothered person walking pace is. Hands stuffed in his pockets, pushing down on them a little because it somehow helps him keep steady and he has no idea why.
Jesus Christ, Fowler, can you calm your ass down for just, like, ten more minutes?
It's fine. He's got this. )
Yeah. ( He agrees lightly, a little bob to his head, chin slightly tipped toward the ground in the manner of someone distracted or contemplative. ) It was good, yeah. No casualties except... that guy's arm. Rest in peace, Lefty, I guess.
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( He echoes in a kind of deadpan disbelief. Just heal it, he says. Another one of those things he'd like to have known before they went in. How the fuck does Lance manage to wake up on an alien planet and immediately become some kind of badass wizard? Meanwhile, all Ian got was this stupid t-shirt.
He ambles along, consciously matching Lance's pace because he's stupidly, absurdly overthinking what normal, unbothered person walking pace is. Hands stuffed in his pockets, pushing down on them a little because it somehow helps him keep steady and he has no idea why.
Jesus Christ, Fowler, can you calm your ass down for just, like, ten more minutes?
It's fine. He's got this. )
Yeah. ( He agrees lightly, a little bob to his head, chin slightly tipped toward the ground in the manner of someone distracted or contemplative. ) It was good, yeah. No casualties except... that guy's arm. Rest in peace, Lefty, I guess.