[He can't help but be very amused by that squint, waiting to see if Ian will say something, but he doesn't; not about that topic, anyway. Instead he just touches him on the shoulder, and although Lance is definitely not the touchy type, that's more a general thing than something that holds with friends. With friends, sometimes that physical reassurance is really nice, and that's the case right now.

So he offers another small smile in return, breathing out and letting some tension he's been holding this whole conversation fade, though he suddenly realizes he should add--]

Oh, um, by the way, Nate knows all of this. So you don't have to worry about accidentally saying something, or coming up with an excuse for our future scheduled therapy sessions.

[...Which they should maybe drag Nate into, honestly.]