[Lee hadn't said any of those things to guilt Lance or to force any specific emotional response. Feelings aren't an exchange or a quid pro quo. One person's feelings, in this instance Rosen's caring and his worrying, did not obligate another, i.e. Lance, to therefore be responsible for those feelings.
As such Lance apologizing for his fretting and his fussing makes him uneasy. Though he appreciates the sentiment behind it.
His eyes shift upwards finally, taking in the sight of Lance. Hair wet, skin looking pallid from sitting in wet clothing for so long, and towels draped inelegantly around him. And exhaustion. Everything about Lance seems to bleed a tiredness. Lee tries to pull on his own weary smile, nodding in the young man's direction.]
You look as though you can barely keep your eyes open. You should get dry clothes and a rest.
[His fingertips drum against the edge of the table before he adds-]
Thank you for coming over. I know you have a lot on your plate right now.
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[Lee hadn't said any of those things to guilt Lance or to force any specific emotional response. Feelings aren't an exchange or a quid pro quo. One person's feelings, in this instance Rosen's caring and his worrying, did not obligate another, i.e. Lance, to therefore be responsible for those feelings.
As such Lance apologizing for his fretting and his fussing makes him uneasy. Though he appreciates the sentiment behind it.
His eyes shift upwards finally, taking in the sight of Lance. Hair wet, skin looking pallid from sitting in wet clothing for so long, and towels draped inelegantly around him. And exhaustion. Everything about Lance seems to bleed a tiredness. Lee tries to pull on his own weary smile, nodding in the young man's direction.]
You look as though you can barely keep your eyes open. You should get dry clothes and a rest.
[His fingertips drum against the edge of the table before he adds-]
Thank you for coming over. I know you have a lot on your plate right now.