[Nate snorts; logically, Lance isn't wrong. Overthinking is impossible. Thinking so much that you become distracted and distant and somebody has to wave a hand in front of you to bring you back to earth? He's a pro at that. Just ask his wife, or anyone who has known him for longer than five minutes.
Crouching over his bag, Nate starts digging through its contents as Lance continues with an honesty he hasn't yet seen from the younger man. Little surprise that he's a perfectionist and admits to it, that he knows his discouraging attitude is a product of wanting to be good at something, posthaste. Nate's smile slants sympathetic. His first foray into scaling buildings was only moderately disastrous, but he's improved significantly since he was twelve.
It takes time.]
First.
[He pulls two rolls of what look like medical bandages from his bag, tossing them to Lance. Nate winks.]
I'm gonna show you how to wrap your hands so you don't break them.
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Crouching over his bag, Nate starts digging through its contents as Lance continues with an honesty he hasn't yet seen from the younger man. Little surprise that he's a perfectionist and admits to it, that he knows his discouraging attitude is a product of wanting to be good at something, posthaste. Nate's smile slants sympathetic. His first foray into scaling buildings was only moderately disastrous, but he's improved significantly since he was twelve.
It takes time.]
First.
[He pulls two rolls of what look like medical bandages from his bag, tossing them to Lance. Nate winks.]
I'm gonna show you how to wrap your hands so you don't break them.