There was so much honesty there, and Lane sounded so lost, that of course it go to Brant. At least, a little and enough for his hackles to go all the way down, and nearly all of his caution to go right out the window. "Okay, look," he said after a silent moment of processing, or trying to. "I'm not going to make you fight or submit, and crawling down my pants probably isn't going to help anything, but stay." He inclined his head toward the bed.