[Lance has been here for four years now and yeah, maybe he's gained a few pounds of muscle (estimating ten is overly generous of Hunk.) And a couple of inches too. His hair is still in the same slightly curly coif unlike Shiro's Skittle party, but there's some earrings, a ring, and a deeper suntan to top things off.

Life has obviously been good to the dummy.]

It's been years, dude! [He squeaks a little from the tight embrace, the usual reaction from being squeezed around the ribs by Hunk. But it's not a complaint!] Not to make you feel bad or anything. That's just how it works here. We don't have a say in shit.

[Lance hears that note of apology in your voice, Hunk. You take it out right now this instant.]