[You're heavily underestimating how much TV he's seen/how many movies he's watched. He'll give a slow nod. The not really kind but...yeah. He gets it.]
...No.
[It's too soon to call it sweet (and him, by osmosis). It's a fleeting thought.]
It's nice.
[There's your bone, Lance. He's blushing about it, even, like he'd just drawn a naked portrait of someone.]
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...No.
[It's too soon to call it sweet (and him, by osmosis). It's a fleeting thought.]
It's nice.
[There's your bone, Lance. He's blushing about it, even, like he'd just drawn a naked portrait of someone.]