Yeah. S'me. Uh, decent...is a bit of a strong word right now...
[ He has no idea when this is going to stop, or if it's even over or not. His body aches, his throat hurts, and his stomach feels...not right. Weird levels of "not right".
He lowers himself the rest of the way down to sit on the floor, shifting so his back is turned to Lance. He doesn't care that he's in a dark alley with a now beating heart a couple of feet away. He's sitting. ]
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[ He has no idea when this is going to stop, or if it's even over or not. His body aches, his throat hurts, and his stomach feels...not right. Weird levels of "not right".
He lowers himself the rest of the way down to sit on the floor, shifting so his back is turned to Lance. He doesn't care that he's in a dark alley with a now beating heart a couple of feet away. He's sitting. ]
...But yeah, you don't have to...do that anymore.