I'm six one and I'm sleeping in a fucking hammock.

( Blunt but chill, forever slow and calm in his speech. It would sound amused to a stranger, but Lance isn't. The annoyance deep down under there is legitimate. )

At least when I was stuck in the safehouse it was on a mattress. You have... no idea how hard it is to have sex in a hammock.

( TMI? Sorry, man, you wanted him to talk. There's a little realness for you. )