[But what the fuck? He's in worst shape than the time they'd both decided to donate blood. Like, their combined efforts at the blood bank wouldn't even equal his state. He did gallivant around with a tourniquet attached to his arm for a good portion of that night -- all besides the point.]
What are you-- [Wrong question.] What happened to you?!
[He's urging Lance to sit up, hurriedly parking his ass in the space he's creating by forcing Lance to do just that.
This isn't even about stealing his bed anymore. He'd assume this all had to do with something blatantly idiotic, but he's not wearing his fishnets.
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What are you-- [Wrong question.] What happened to you?!
[He's urging Lance to sit up, hurriedly parking his ass in the space he's creating by forcing Lance to do just that.
This isn't even about stealing his bed anymore. He'd assume this all had to do with something blatantly idiotic, but he's not wearing his fishnets.
...Which makes it all the more worse.]