[Okay, Nate, uncalled for. Lance crosses his arms when they come to a stop, eyes narrowing a little, glowering at Nate with more annoyance than he actually feels. He could say something that would probably make Nate feel very guilty for laughing, but decides not to; it really is probably pretty funny, and it's not like Lance isn't aware of his own lameness when it comes to fighting.]
Are you done?
[He asks dryly when they start walking again, raising an eyebrow. Nate's definitely right in that the sass is a way to feel more confident and in control of the situation, because although he logically knows this is all fine and he trusts Nate, he's still anxious; it's not as though he's had the best history in fights, or with violence in general.]
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Are you done?
[He asks dryly when they start walking again, raising an eyebrow. Nate's definitely right in that the sass is a way to feel more confident and in control of the situation, because although he logically knows this is all fine and he trusts Nate, he's still anxious; it's not as though he's had the best history in fights, or with violence in general.]