[ Silence stretches out when Cayde's story ends. Lance's brows work, gently knitting together as he tries to parse what he's just been told, because it sounded awesome. He fails. ]
So, uh. I got like...half of that?
[ He got the gist of it, maybe. He manages a sheepish smile. ]
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So, uh. I got like...half of that?
[ He got the gist of it, maybe. He manages a sheepish smile. ]
You were in trouble, basically.