"No, and nothing." He throws his arms up. "I can't think of anything."

Except that he does, right after he says it, he remembers.

He looks away again, embarrassed, stomach sinking. "Well. You compared me to that guy you hate." Part of him wonders why he sought Freddie out again, and if it's a lack of self-respect or something else entirely that he overlooks so much. "Lance," he mumbles, in case Freddie doesn't even remember.