[...That is a long pause. Lance is a little concerned that maybe that suggestion isn't going over so well, and Ian is trying to figure out how to nicely tell him he's a goddamn idiot, but then there's just that 'huh' and Lance can't help but laugh a little as he stands up.]

I'm going to get a drink. I'll be right back.

[He gives Ian a quick pat on the shoulder as he passes by, going to finally get himself some of the horrible, awful alcohol now that he's past having to put difficult things into words. A few minutes later he returns, setting his glass down carefully and then taking his seat.]

So, aside from terrifying relationship milestones, what else have you been worrying about?