[Oh. He pauses to look up at Lance mid-assembly.] Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't realize.
[He can sympathize to a certain degree. He tends to be the go-to problem solver in his circle, and that can be... Taxing, to put it lightly. And he's not even a medical professional helping out the masses and shit. Double good for Lance taking some time off for himself.]
I'm no psych, but let me know if you want a hand with that. [He'll leave that open-ended since he doesn't want to overstep.] Or if you want a distraction. I'm good for both.
[Case in point, he sets a plate of tacos with a non-lethal amount of peppers down at the table, since Lance is busy entertaining JF. For which Harlan is eternally grateful, by the way.
John Frusciante, meanwhile, is not about to lose this battle for Lance's attention. She mews and bonks her head against Lance, aiming for his face although her aim is questionable. Her coordination while airborne is not the greatest.]
Hey, did I run into you while we were kids? [Lance is on his own when it comes to wrestling with JF. Harlan is busy making himself a plate.] The memories are foggy, but I think I met a kid digging around in one of the shops. Kind of looked like you.
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[He can sympathize to a certain degree. He tends to be the go-to problem solver in his circle, and that can be... Taxing, to put it lightly. And he's not even a medical professional helping out the masses and shit. Double good for Lance taking some time off for himself.]
I'm no psych, but let me know if you want a hand with that. [He'll leave that open-ended since he doesn't want to overstep.] Or if you want a distraction. I'm good for both.
[Case in point, he sets a plate of tacos with a non-lethal amount of peppers down at the table, since Lance is busy entertaining JF. For which Harlan is eternally grateful, by the way.
John Frusciante, meanwhile, is not about to lose this battle for Lance's attention. She mews and bonks her head against Lance, aiming for his face although her aim is questionable. Her coordination while airborne is not the greatest.]
Hey, did I run into you while we were kids? [Lance is on his own when it comes to wrestling with JF. Harlan is busy making himself a plate.] The memories are foggy, but I think I met a kid digging around in one of the shops. Kind of looked like you.