Lambert doesn’t really want to. He’d said as much to Strange, before. While he doesn’t feel as much of a need to posture in front of Peridot, who’s arguably seen him in more comprising moments in their half-forgotten shared history, talking about it means actually having to come to grips with how it makes him feel. Fuck if he’s doing that, at least not right now.

“Oh yeah?” he says instead, smirking at the last bit, if only because it presents a bizarre mental image. “I guess that is the only way you’d ever lift me.”