"I DO NOT—" Lance protested, even though he absolutely did.
Lexi leaned in closer.
"Lance… did your boyfriend do something to you?"
Lance nearly combusted.
"MOM, STOP—"
"I'm asking for your health!" she said defensively. "You know some men are rough. I watch documentaries! And if he's giving you money and buying you clothes—"
"MOTHER, PLEASE. I beg you.."
"—he might also be doing things to your body that require medical supervision."
Lance covered his face with both hands.
He wished the ground would swallow him whole.
"Mum… I'm fine.." he said, voice muffled through his palms. "Everything is fine. My legs are fine. My back is fine. Everything is fine."
Lexi stared at him for another long moment.
Then she shrugged.
"Well, if you say so.." she said, turning to unpack the food she brought. "But if you collapse on this floor, don't say I didn't warn you."
Lance groaned and dragged a hand down his face.
