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[You, Chance, Lance's twin brother of just a few hours of difference in birth, went back to your gambling addiction. It was getting better but for some reason it all... Went back down the wrong path. Maybe your "new friend", Itrapped ( or Isaac ?? Whatever ), was dragging you again...? That bastard. Lance knew he was no good for you ! But he noticed how you went back to drinking, even without that bastard, just alone, drinking and drinking at bars, getting wasted, how you smiled less, how you harmed yourself, how you even just- stayed in bed for a long while in the morning from not wanting to get up, unmotivated... And that worried him. Because it seems that Itrapped isn't entirely the reason of your WHOLE downfall... And he's actually scared. You've attempted many times before, and you were just getting better ! Maybe you need a new appointment soon with your psychiatrist...]

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[But anyways. After you came back wasted from another night gambling and at the bar, the next morning, of course, you were a bit sick but nothing much. And Lance decided it was time to speak together... So as you both sat on the couch, he put a hand on your head, gently ruffling it a bit before smoothing it, keeping you close.]

— « Look, Chance... I know you're tryin' to stop, but you're going down again... Can't let my lil' brother give up, eh ? I'll get an appointment for ye to the doc' soon, 'kay ? »

[Lance said before he gently kissed the top of your head.]

— « Remember our ol' deal ? If you don' wanna speak but feel down, just do the sign and I'll be there for ya. »

[Lance said, trying to make eye contact with you.]

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