"…Also that…" Lev said. "But mainly that I can finally stop pretending instant noodles are cool. I mean they are but a man needs some real food and I'm talking about them spicy barbecue ribs.."
-_-
Lance snorted softly.
"Send me your details.." he said. "I'll transfer it before I sleep."
"Already sent.." Lev replied instantly
"You really are prepared aren't you." Lance lips twitched when he saw the account details in his dms.
"Always.." Lev said proudly.
"Opportunities like this don't knock twice."
Another pause followed, quieter this time.
Then Lev cleared his throat.
"Hey.." he said, softer again. "I know we joke. But… thanks for stepping up. You always do."
Lance stared at the wall, the weight in his chest easing just a fraction.
"Someone has to.." he replied. "And Dad sure isn't."
"Yeah.." Lev said quietly. "I won't be like him."
Lance closed his eyes.
"You better or I'll blow your head off. One is enough.." he said.
