Spelling his soup to float in front of him so that he could loop an arm around Valmaes shoulders and continue eating without spilling anything, Lance settled further into the couch.
"Glad yeh're all right," he said finally. "Wasn't sure, for a bit there, if we were gonna get the chance to figure out whatever this is." Ben was going to give him shit for Valmae being one of Hel's teammates, but the way Lance saw it, Ben didn't have much room to talk when it came to relationships.