[ it isn't often lance finds himself regretting things; he's often of the mindset that things happen for a reason (as his mother likes to say) and even if they suck at the moment, later, in time, he'll come to find it was necessary. so he doesn't get into the habit of regret, not if he can help it, but in this moment he finds himself wishing he hadn't pried as much as he had, for the pure and honest reason that he does not know how to proceed. doesn't know how to make it better. he pushed open a door to a room he cannot quite make sense of, and now he fumbles for a proper response, worried to leave it messier and more cluttered than he had found it. ]

...Sorry. [ it is such a generic thing to say, despite his earnestness, and he seems to realize it in how he winces right after. ]

You can start over here, can't you? Live the life you wanna lead... not the one you think you were supposed to.