It was disrespectful not to give his full attention to the words. He was trying.

Disappointment. Frustration. Impatience. Scorn.

Lance winced. He didn’t want to know.

Anger. Frustration. Disgust.

He broke eye contact.

Disbelief. Fury.

…Forced his eyes back.

Annoyance. Disappointment. Derision.

What was she saying? He’d lost the words.

Annoyance. Anger. Disgust.

…If she’d just stop…

Disappointment.

…Stop.

Disappointment.

…“Stop.”

Confusion. Surprise. Embarrassment... Indignance... Anger.

Shit.

“Lancelot Xerxes Emery! Just because you intrude doesn’t mean we should accommodate. Thoughts are private, and you are rude. If you insist on trespassing then you will live with the consequences.”

“Yes, mother.”