( Lance earns a soft laugh, but where normally a return bit of banter might've been, there's only quiet. All the thoughts that popped into his head were about how paper and coffee don't even remotely stack up to the security they just lost. About how he's having a hard time finding humor right now in the shades of life from his home world he's painting over this one already -- perhaps prematurely -- after only a day or two.
After a beat, he veers in another direction instead. )
Hope you're still optimistic after a few nights sleeping in a public hammock.
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After a beat, he veers in another direction instead. )
Hope you're still optimistic after a few nights sleeping in a public hammock.