Lars is prickly and defensive, and he doesn't like people. But he's also pretty damn harmless, and he's never had the desire to really inflict violence despite his shitty attitude. So when Lauren steps off and doesn't say anything, Lars is a little jittery where he stands. His chest heaves a little, his eyes wide and skin a little flush. Similarly, Lars feels kind of jarred.

And now, awkward as shit.

He tilts his head a little, clenching his fists to calm the trembling of his hands. There's a pause.

"...you good?"