[A fist bump. Sitting on a bed together, discussing their joint bank account and devotion to their companionship - and Rean goes for a fistbump. It may be a new world, but it seems Elliot's crops will remain as dry as ever.
He's used to it though, and he'll grin as he meets Rean for that fistbump]
Right! We got this!
[Until he remembers in ten seconds that he has to update Rean about the future. Then he Don't Got This]
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He's used to it though, and he'll grin as he meets Rean for that fistbump]
Right! We got this!
[Until he remembers in ten seconds that he has to update Rean about the future. Then he Don't Got This]