[Lance can definitely feel Fern's punching urge through his empathic powers. And he's quiet for a long moment, contemplative of what he's being told. Only recently has he started to try and accept that in many cases he was powerless… it's truly not that easy. Even though all rationality tells him it's so, PTSD, survivor's guilt, all that great shit… just maintains its hold on his heart.
So instead of arguing or agreeing, he reaches up to awkwardly rub at the back of his neck and finally looks up at Fern.]
If… if you wanna punch something, I've got a whole mountain of rubble you can get your fists on. That's almost like punching a town.
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So instead of arguing or agreeing, he reaches up to awkwardly rub at the back of his neck and finally looks up at Fern.]
If… if you wanna punch something, I've got a whole mountain of rubble you can get your fists on. That's almost like punching a town.