[He really didn't see it. Things like that never pass by Lance because he's too busy measuring himself against other people--just like how he measures his worth on a scale of importance in this house--and it blinds him to the truth that he isn't replaceable. Sure, he's had to bust his ass to get where he is, even when he wished he didn't have to work so hard to feel like he has a toe on the field, when things feel like they come so much easier for others. But no one else on the team can wield a rifle like he can, pull off a tight shot in a small amount of time like he can, or actually stop Keith from killing the Balmara because he's about to run headfirst into some Galras without a plan. Lance just needs a little encouragement that isn't a well-deserved wap to the back of his head.]

I don't know. [He shrugs, turns back to looking at his hands in his lap.] I thought maybe after you told him all the cool stuff the other guys can do like hacking, and fixing the tech and making space goo actually taste like chicken and being top pilots, you had to come up with something for me and settled on... team goofball.