[It's a slight distinction that separates them, so it doesn't make him feel better on the subject, but it's an improvement. He knows Moira was kind more than a little morally gray and did questionable things. But she was genuinely trying to help him, he knew that much… he can only assume she was trying to help Reaper too. With what, he doesn't know and he'll never admit to being curious about it or ask.
Once again, he glares at Reaper when he calls him hijo, it's just one more thing that reminds him how much he really can't trust him fully. Even if their relationship is in that weird gray place and the man has filled some need he didn't know he had that nobody else did before now. He watches him closely and his coyote does the same to his peacock.]
I think you're describing yourself, pendejo. I don't like being tortured.
[His fear response is kicking in as Reaper comes closer, heart rate picking up and breath coming a bit shorter. The slow approach helps but it's clear Lance is fiercely against him coming closer at all. But he's also against him even being here. There is a big noticeable difference, though. In the past he'd be panicking and starting to glow and sometimes get even hostile. This time, he's clearly anxious and triggered, but the glow is faint and the hostility is more of a warning glare.
That promise to leave is enticing, but he loathes that Reaper is making it a tit for tat… even if the exchange is letting him help him. He doesn't want it, he doesn't want any of these conflicted feelings, this man has hurt him so much and continues to by ignoring his boundaries. But… if he has to put aside his pride for a moment to get this to end, to get another moment of peace…
He snarls and then scoffs, his head turning to look sharply away and down, every part of him coiled tight like a wounded animal ready to strike at any second. His omen stands on the beam nearby with the same energy, watching closely with its ethereal spirit wings out and ready to flap whereas normally they aren't even visible.] …Fine.
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Once again, he glares at Reaper when he calls him hijo, it's just one more thing that reminds him how much he really can't trust him fully. Even if their relationship is in that weird gray place and the man has filled some need he didn't know he had that nobody else did before now. He watches him closely and his coyote does the same to his peacock.]
I think you're describing yourself, pendejo. I don't like being tortured.
[His fear response is kicking in as Reaper comes closer, heart rate picking up and breath coming a bit shorter. The slow approach helps but it's clear Lance is fiercely against him coming closer at all. But he's also against him even being here. There is a big noticeable difference, though. In the past he'd be panicking and starting to glow and sometimes get even hostile. This time, he's clearly anxious and triggered, but the glow is faint and the hostility is more of a warning glare.
That promise to leave is enticing, but he loathes that Reaper is making it a tit for tat… even if the exchange is letting him help him. He doesn't want it, he doesn't want any of these conflicted feelings, this man has hurt him so much and continues to by ignoring his boundaries. But… if he has to put aside his pride for a moment to get this to end, to get another moment of peace…
He snarls and then scoffs, his head turning to look sharply away and down, every part of him coiled tight like a wounded animal ready to strike at any second. His omen stands on the beam nearby with the same energy, watching closely with its ethereal spirit wings out and ready to flap whereas normally they aren't even visible.] …Fine.