He looked a little uncomfortable. He was uncomfortable. Rather than backing up, though, he shifted his weight and planted himself where he was, Lane well inside his personal space, his eyes up and on Lane's and blush and all just refused like hell to flinch or back down. From pretty much anything. Even if he didn't know what he was doing. With anything.
"If I met another version of myself I'd assume one of us knew what the hell was going on," he said, dryly.