[Michael hears Lance about the same time he sees him, turning perhaps a bit too sharply in his direction. Lance is normally not someone he's nervous about, they've talked about some serious stuff, and overall he trusts the guy. Or, he used to.
Now he feels like he's been let in on some kind of secret. Maybe Lance wasn't always plotting against him, but he is now. He was probably the first one to figure it out, actually, that Michael was someone worth getting rid of. He's an FBI psychologist, of course he'd figure it out. It was only a matter of time.]
What? What do you want?
[It's not exactly sharp, but it's got an edge to it all the same. He knows what Lance wants already, this is just buying time. Though for what, exactly, he isn't sure yet.
He looks... not good, to say the least. He's pale, even under that deep tan the twin suns have given him, and there are even darker circles under his eyes than usual. His gaze isn't steady, but flickering here and there, watching Lance's hands, his face, his posture. Even as he waits for an answer, he's trying, unsuccessfully, to hold back a cough.]
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Now he feels like he's been let in on some kind of secret. Maybe Lance wasn't always plotting against him, but he is now. He was probably the first one to figure it out, actually, that Michael was someone worth getting rid of. He's an FBI psychologist, of course he'd figure it out. It was only a matter of time.]
What? What do you want?
[It's not exactly sharp, but it's got an edge to it all the same. He knows what Lance wants already, this is just buying time. Though for what, exactly, he isn't sure yet.
He looks... not good, to say the least. He's pale, even under that deep tan the twin suns have given him, and there are even darker circles under his eyes than usual. His gaze isn't steady, but flickering here and there, watching Lance's hands, his face, his posture. Even as he waits for an answer, he's trying, unsuccessfully, to hold back a cough.]