[He slides off soundly, straightens his pants out as they'd bunched up at his thighs. Another moment and he's kind of..fluffing his (former?) pillow up, setting it vertically so Lance has something to rest against that isn't hard metal or cold wall.]

If we have any.

[He's sure someone had just wasted a bunch for a lavender ice face massage...but he could be wrong. He doesn't head off with that, but lingers, regarding him with some tension...nothing outright angry; it's centered in the eyes.]

You can't just expect me to think it's fine for some girl to kick your ass [HE SAID ASS] just because she was confused. That's crap and you know it.

[There's another heavy release; he'll be out of oxygen soon.]

You don't...have to be ashamed or whatever. Just, quit letting people take advantage of you.

[NOW he'll leave. If You Want To Stop Getting Hit Just Quit Screwing Up.]