[He's back with the towel in short order - pausing en route though, to grab something from under the counter. That familiar old honey jar. Apparently, the glimpses of pain were enough to get him to pull it out. He slides it and the towel across the counter, toward Lance, leaning on his elbows across from him.]
It's not a big deal. I can repair it when I get a second. [He and Allura had put the place together back when they'd found it.] I don't mind.
[His weight shifts, eyes down on the countertop for the moment. He's pretty sure what the answer is going to be, but - he can't not say it. He can't not ask.] Lance. Do you need a hand?
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It's not a big deal. I can repair it when I get a second. [He and Allura had put the place together back when they'd found it.] I don't mind.
[His weight shifts, eyes down on the countertop for the moment. He's pretty sure what the answer is going to be, but - he can't not say it. He can't not ask.] Lance. Do you need a hand?