[This IS strange to hear. Lance always comes across to him as someone exceptionally confident, someone who has no problems with being the centre of attention. But...he's known Lance long enough to be aware there are more layers than that to him- hiding underneath the surface of all the crowing. If Lance wants to keep his music private...well, it has to be very important to him. Gently:]

Okay, that's fair.

[He lapses into quiet for a moment, fiddling with his hands. This had been a pretty harsh lesson in taking better care of himself- and how the consequences of not doing so could be...very dire. ]

It's... well, it is what it is. Live and learn.

[Or die and learn. Same difference here, really. He manages a little smile in return.]

Maybe. Though I think if racoon fur was gonna do me in, it would have happened already.