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No, I don't trust that you're okay
Jan. 20th, 2018 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sonofacesiusWho: Will Solace and Lance Sweets
What: Will is checking up on Sweets because he doesn't trust that he's okay.
Where: Lance's apartment, Spire 2, 501.
When: 1/20/18
Warnings: None yet, will update.
Will texted Lance about thirty minutes before he showed up. Enough time for him to get ready if he needed too. Hopefully he wouldn't use the time to run away, but Will trusted Lance a lot more than he trusted, say, someone from the Hermes cabin. He could cross off a bunch of things he knew he at least wasn't walking into. On the other hand, he really did miss their black market stash.
So, hoping Lance was still there, Will knocked on the door. He wasn't going to hope that he was okay. Nothing besides divine intervention was that quick, and he didn't know anything about Lance's problems, if they were built upon something from back home or exclusively Hadriel flavored. And the mind wasn't his specialty. That was Dionysus' realm, but like Artemis and childbirth, somehow he always ended up with things that weren't really Apollo related. Maybe if he lived long enough to make it to med school he could skip his ob/gyn rotation. Delivering one baby satyr while being threatened by a overweight middle aged one with a baseball bat was really more than enough.
"Lance? It's me, Will."
What: Will is checking up on Sweets because he doesn't trust that he's okay.
Where: Lance's apartment, Spire 2, 501.
When: 1/20/18
Warnings: None yet, will update.
Will texted Lance about thirty minutes before he showed up. Enough time for him to get ready if he needed too. Hopefully he wouldn't use the time to run away, but Will trusted Lance a lot more than he trusted, say, someone from the Hermes cabin. He could cross off a bunch of things he knew he at least wasn't walking into. On the other hand, he really did miss their black market stash.
So, hoping Lance was still there, Will knocked on the door. He wasn't going to hope that he was okay. Nothing besides divine intervention was that quick, and he didn't know anything about Lance's problems, if they were built upon something from back home or exclusively Hadriel flavored. And the mind wasn't his specialty. That was Dionysus' realm, but like Artemis and childbirth, somehow he always ended up with things that weren't really Apollo related. Maybe if he lived long enough to make it to med school he could skip his ob/gyn rotation. Delivering one baby satyr while being threatened by a overweight middle aged one with a baseball bat was really more than enough.
"Lance? It's me, Will."
