[Messaging Lance telepathically is easier than yelling across the apartment, so that's what he's getting. The door is indeed open, and Harlan is busy in the kitchen. Making tacos. That will become leftovers eventually, so he didn't lie. They're almost done, anyway. He switches off the burner and pulls a pan of what smells like chicken and peppers and beans off of the heat.]
Hey. [...Oh boy, Lance. That hair.] Man, you definitely look like you could use a vacation.
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[Messaging Lance telepathically is easier than yelling across the apartment, so that's what he's getting. The door is indeed open, and Harlan is busy in the kitchen. Making tacos. That will become leftovers eventually, so he didn't lie. They're almost done, anyway. He switches off the burner and pulls a pan of what smells like chicken and peppers and beans off of the heat.]
Hey. [...Oh boy, Lance. That hair.] Man, you definitely look like you could use a vacation.