["I could use directions to the nearest bottle of scotch" is what he wants to say. What comes out is:] That sounds... Great.
[But as mentally exhausted as he is, that doesn't end up nearly as convincing as he'd like it to be. Normally he wouldn't even bother trying, but– he can see that Lúcio is. Why keep pushing people away if it just ended up getting him killed – again – anyway?
He nods, as if to convince himself of something.] Yeah. Why not?
[At the very least, it'd be a much-needed change of scenery.]
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[But as mentally exhausted as he is, that doesn't end up nearly as convincing as he'd like it to be. Normally he wouldn't even bother trying, but– he can see that Lúcio is. Why keep pushing people away if it just ended up getting him killed – again – anyway?
He nods, as if to convince himself of something.] Yeah. Why not?
[At the very least, it'd be a much-needed change of scenery.]