[Math is the final refuge of the complete and utter nerd, and Lazarus has defaulted to it more than once. If memories of his Other are anything to go by, he wasn't much different, and Lazarus simultaneously finds that disquieting and comforting. At the very least, it's a change he doesn't have to undergo.]
You're so kind.
[He reaches up to touch a strand of her hair.]
And we're both tired. We've had a good talk, haven't we? We wouldn't be going to bed angry.
[Action]
You're so kind.
[He reaches up to touch a strand of her hair.]
And we're both tired. We've had a good talk, haven't we? We wouldn't be going to bed angry.