[ It's not fine, which is why Len doesn't believe him. Weeks and weeks of traveling with a guy have a way of making it pretty fucking easy to read when he's not doing so hot, especially when his poker face has historically been terrible. So no, he's not convinced, and they both know it. But neither are either of them going to point that out, for fear of dismantling the plausible deniability they've curated together. ]
...sure. Yeah.
[ Len hesitates for a half a second before moving again, sliding past Arcade with a short pat on his shoulder. He shouldn't force the man into the position of being his tour guide, but it's hard not to want to ask more questions. They aren't just sitting in his chest, they're spilling out of his head. Feels like waking up in Doc Mitchell's house all over again. How much time does he have until he starts growing something out of his skin?
As he rounds the counter Len stops on the other side, pausing to brace one hand on the formica, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. The mask falls just long enough for him to remove his hat, rubbing his fingers over the scar at this temple before they rake through his hair. ]
no subject
...sure. Yeah.
[ Len hesitates for a half a second before moving again, sliding past Arcade with a short pat on his shoulder. He shouldn't force the man into the position of being his tour guide, but it's hard not to want to ask more questions. They aren't just sitting in his chest, they're spilling out of his head. Feels like waking up in Doc Mitchell's house all over again. How much time does he have until he starts growing something out of his skin?
As he rounds the counter Len stops on the other side, pausing to brace one hand on the formica, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. The mask falls just long enough for him to remove his hat, rubbing his fingers over the scar at this temple before they rake through his hair. ]
Tell me there's a place to get a drink here.