#sorry about the delay and long reply skdfjsk

[demcnsinmymind]

@shellcrack continued from here

"'You don't have to'" Lance repeats through a bitter laugh and shakes his head. He knows he's being a dick about it. Unnecessarily so. Excessively so lately. But it's become a force of habit by now. A defense mechanism. Easier.

"Oh I hate it when people say that. Because yah. I don't have to do anything."

Ah. There it is. The exact point, the reason why statements just like this one make him so angry in the first place. Because of that time back in there, when this hadn't been so easy at all. Not doing anything he didn't want to. Funny how survival at its utmost basic state could do that to you. He takes a deep breath, tries to get his shit together a bit more because at the end of the day he knows, no hopes, that she's only saying this because she wants to help instead of forcing him into anything.

Well. At least she's withdrawing that hand all by herself, which makes it seem like she's picked up on the fact that he's pretty tense whenever touching is involved these days. Seems to respect his need for some space, some distance. In the end though and just like any fucking time, conscience comes knocking. Makes him feel bad no matter how justified he finds his reaction, his words. So he lets out a little sigh. Angry grimace on his face softening up ever so slightly as he ends up giving her a little frown. Curious at last.

"What 'things' are we talking about anyway" he genuinely wants to know, only to give her another soft snort. "This thing?" the former TV host goes on, wiggling the smartphone in his hand. It's a fairly new one. One which he might've snagged off of someone, in need for some access to the internet out here on the road. Since apparently, mobile phones can do just that now. Well, other people's phones could. 'His'? Not so much. Constantly glitching out, just like right now. The source of his frustration.

Maybe she does have a point after all.

"Suppose you're right about that" he says out loud, tries his best with the thing by shaking it some more, tapping at the screen with no luck(why the fuck did they get rid of the buttons??) Then, finally, reluctantly, after quite a while, Lance offers her the phone. He doesn't say it outright. That he can't handle this thing in particular after all. Not after the speech he's just given her. But still. The gesture says it all.

"So I guess what you're saying is that this thing's broken, right? Wouldn't happen to have one I could use?"

#shellcrack #miriam tag pending #he made me do it : possessed #lance : possessed by time and space bending mess of a thing that he KNOWS causes hella tech interference #lance : wHY isn't ThE InterNET working on this thing #also lance : hasn't been in contact with newer post 2003 tech yet #thus sure as shit does not know how to handle stuff himself #I gOT iT cOvERED #also conveniently makes this talk about the phone though he knows this is about something else entirely #aka the fact that he can't handle a whole truckload of things these days lmao #anyway #sorry about the delay and long reply skdfjsk #also sry about him being a douche intially as always #he does that #he'll get there