[Lance sort of slow blinks as he looks over at the bottle in Bolin's hand and then at Bolin. Then he slow processes what he's saying to him and tilts his head, squinting.]
Sounds kinda… [like a date. But nope, that train of thought gets him thinking too much about Keith and how they used to…
This is Bolin, his friend. No way is that what he's trying to say. And it kinda looks like he's gonna hold that bottle hostage if he doesn't agree. That's what one of the voices in his head tells him anyway. It snickers and he swats to his right with a flick of his wrist.]
…like a lot of stairs, man. Maaaaybe if you carry me.
[At the moment, he doesn't realize he's suggesting something that'll open a whole can of emotional worms for him.]
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Sounds kinda… [like a date. But nope, that train of thought gets him thinking too much about Keith and how they used to…
This is Bolin, his friend. No way is that what he's trying to say. And it kinda looks like he's gonna hold that bottle hostage if he doesn't agree. That's what one of the voices in his head tells him anyway. It snickers and he swats to his right with a flick of his wrist.]
…like a lot of stairs, man. Maaaaybe if you carry me.
[At the moment, he doesn't realize he's suggesting something that'll open a whole can of emotional worms for him.]