[This is like that time he was drunk, except he was drunk and couldn't fully appreciate (appreciate?) his face lingering so close to Lance's, or the lavender smell of his lavender moisturizer now -- he smells more like vanilla patchouli; dirty vanilla patchouli that's gotten its ass kicked. There's absolutely no reason for him to be poised as he is; it's like he's bracing for the bed to cave in, minus the fact that he's being affectionate and thinking about doubling it.]
1/2
Oh.
[He doesn't break to look away to confirm.]