[Fuck you Lance he's like all embarrassed and kind of wanting to cry and then you're laughing at him?!

He's punching your shoulder. Hard.]

Shut up! [But he's smiling, almost laughing, and it's like he realizes that and pulls Lance into a tight hug, pressing his face into his shoulder.]

Thank you. You keep reminding me to smile and- [He should let go before this gets too real for Lance but he can't quite manage it. He loosens his hold enough to actually be able to look at Lance but not let him go.] I honestly don't know if I'd have made it this far without that.

Without you.