...Lance? I love you for how much you always want to help, but it's okay to need more than five minutes in the stockroom. The fact that you took that much tells me you probably need to let shit out and take a longer break. You've had to tell me that before, consider this me returning the favor.

[ He breathes out, sizing up whether or not his friend would accept a hug... and decides that the worst thing that happens is probably Lance freezing up and him having to let go. So he tugs the other man with that hand on his shoulder and goes for it. ]

C'mere. I won't force you to.