"Hey." Lance answered absently, eyes never leaving the script in his hand.
"You okay?" Chris nudged him.
"Yeah." Lance answered brows furrowing.
"You don't look okay." Chris squinted at him critically.
"I'm okay, really." Lance glanced quickly at Chris then back to the script.
"You wanna talk about it?" pressed Chris.
"Chris. I'm fine. Stop." Lance laughed rolling his eyes patiently.
"Wanna have sex?" Chris finally got to the point.
"Yes." said Lance, wondering what took him so long to ask!