As Lance entered through the window and made his way to his bed, sitting down on the edge with his hands clasped in front of him, he pondered the question put forth for a moment. In the end, there was only one answer he could truly give, only one thing to explain his actions, however reckless they could seem from the right viewpoint.
"I don't know how I can trust you so much without you ever showing me any trust," he said in a tone that seemed both calm and uncertain at the same time. "I just know that I do. I've always understood other people, despite closing myself off. Maybe that's why I know when they're troubled. 'Cause I'm familiar with the feeling, the way they hold themselves. It's the same posture I see when I look in the mirror."
"I don't know why I didn't step in during your fight with Screech, even though every fiber of my being wanted to help. Maybe I just knew you could handle yourself, maybe I just wanted to give you the distance you seemed to want. I'll never know."
"I don't know," Lance said with an air of finality, his face masked by the shadows of his room. He still hadn't turned a light on, probably to show that he meant to keep his word. "I just know that I don't care how dangerous this Hawk Moth is. I can't let you shoulder this burden on your own. Nightingale might be strong, stronger than I could ever imagine, but even you can't do everything alone. Neither could Ladybug. She had her Chat Noir; maybe you need a Roux Long."
When the hidden implications of his own words hit him, Lance immediately blushed a bright crimson, glad for the darkness that currently surrounded him. It might not hide his blonde hair all that well, but it at least hid his embarrassment. Even though it need not do so, since the only other occupant of the room was out of his field of vision, hidden by boxes. Boxes that had almost fallen over, which would have alerted his parents. "Not that way, though. I just mean you need a partner, that's all. It would be weird to insinuate anything more since we barely know one another. Well, you barely know me. I'd say I know a bit more about you. Skilled though you might be, a closed book you are not."