[ Boa is not really sure what he's supposed to be doing by this point... It feels wrong to just stare at Lance but it feels even more wrong to keep chopping plantains with someone meditating literally right next to him. So he just winds up staring at his feet for a bit, hoping that however this goes it goes fast so the kitchen can be freed of this tension again.
Except that when the meditation ends, Boa knows even less what to say or do. Lance looks so touched, so fundamentally affected and he's.... just standing here, having no real idea what just happened. ]
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Except that when the meditation ends, Boa knows even less what to say or do. Lance looks so touched, so fundamentally affected and he's.... just standing here, having no real idea what just happened. ]
... so.... that went well?