[Well whatever Shiro's doing, it's working. Despite the terrible situation they're in, the heavy chains and the caged animal terror in their fellow prisoner's eyes and the knowledge that if he fucks this up, they're both going to end up murdered in some violent way, Lance has relaxed.
Obviously, he missed Shiro a lot. Might've babbled at him a bunch of times while the guy was still sleeping in his pod and there was nobody else to talk to in the treehouse and he was feeling lonely, but amidst all the chaos of following the guy into this damn simulation, it hadn't really clicked into place just how relieved he is to be having a real and proper conversation with Shiro again.
Lance grasps Shiro's hands -- both human and mechanical -- tighter for a moment.]
You bet, Shiro. We can trade stories all day.
[Just as soon as they're out of this hiccup.
The footsteps outside come to a halt and Lance snaps his face towards the door, tugging Shiro along. The guards move with laser precision; they've "processed" so many prisoners that they move swiftly and efficiently. The heavy door swings open and the prisoners shrink back, desperately trying not to draw attention to themselves.
Though Lance knows he guards can't physically see them, he still holds his breath as two pass him to yank their next victim up onto their feet.]
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Obviously, he missed Shiro a lot. Might've babbled at him a bunch of times while the guy was still sleeping in his pod and there was nobody else to talk to in the treehouse and he was feeling lonely, but amidst all the chaos of following the guy into this damn simulation, it hadn't really clicked into place just how relieved he is to be having a real and proper conversation with Shiro again.
Lance grasps Shiro's hands -- both human and mechanical -- tighter for a moment.]
You bet, Shiro. We can trade stories all day.
[Just as soon as they're out of this hiccup.
The footsteps outside come to a halt and Lance snaps his face towards the door, tugging Shiro along. The guards move with laser precision; they've "processed" so many prisoners that they move swiftly and efficiently. The heavy door swings open and the prisoners shrink back, desperately trying not to draw attention to themselves.
Though Lance knows he guards can't physically see them, he still holds his breath as two pass him to yank their next victim up onto their feet.]