[The alcohol in him is probably making him more affectionate than he should be, but Lancer reaches out and places his hand on the other Lancer's shoulder in a comforting gesture.]
...Sounds like whoever you were working with was a real ass. At least they're not here?
[And if they were, well, Lancer did hate traitors.]
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...Sounds like whoever you were working with was a real ass. At least they're not here?
[And if they were, well, Lancer did hate traitors.]