[ Lance leans into her hands, beautiful and smooth, trying to smile while holding back a sob. He better calm down before they get back on the Atlas–not that anyone would blame him for getting worked up again. ]
It's hard to believe that I can so much do. [ He takes in a slow breath to calm himself. He turns his head to kiss her wrist. ] I'm happy you're here.
[ But he closes his eyes and rests in this quiet moment, realizing he's worked himself up. His hands remain around her in the mean time, his thumb smoothing over a single spot on her back. At last, his eyes open, looking refreshed. ] Sorry.... Sorry.
We still have a long walk. C'mon, Silurjoma. [ His pronunciation is quite bad, but the sentiment is there. As is the rest of his Altean, anyway. ]
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It's hard to believe that I can so much do. [ He takes in a slow breath to calm himself. He turns his head to kiss her wrist. ] I'm happy you're here.
[ But he closes his eyes and rests in this quiet moment, realizing he's worked himself up. His hands remain around her in the mean time, his thumb smoothing over a single spot on her back. At last, his eyes open, looking refreshed. ] Sorry.... Sorry.
We still have a long walk. C'mon, Silurjoma. [ His pronunciation is quite bad, but the sentiment is there. As is the rest of his Altean, anyway. ]