He'd been distracted, maybe thinking about FreeLance, past loves, or anything except the fact that they were taping a segment for...something or another, he'd be damned if he could remember at the moment. The exact moment he'd realized that Justin's finger was zeroing in on his nose, or his lips. No, Justin was looking at his eyes - not in them, but at them. What the fuck?

Ah, probably talking about his scar. Lance relaxed and smiled, not quite clued in to the goings on, but sure he'd catch up soon. He prepped himself to tell, once again, how he'd been speared by a broomhandle when he was a little kid. He slipped easily into his Quietly Amused!Lance face, the one he'd perfected from years of close proximity with the world's oldest group of pre-schoolers.

"See," Justin was saying, "lots of people say emerald, but that's not right." His fingertip waggled just a bit. "They're lighter, kinda softer, you know? More like - what's that one - peridot. Kinda like that." He looked up into Lance's eyes. He gave him one of those shy, sexy, little boy smiles that made Lance lose his mind, then added to the interviewer, "Peridot's JC's birthstone." He quirked a grin. "August."

Quietly Amused!Lance turned into Quietly Amazed!Lance. His jaw dropped a bit and he didn't even try to hide the pleased surprise that broadened his smile.

"Justin's gone all gemologist on us," Lance said, but he couldn't stop grinning. Justin had moved back by JC, and when he peeked up at Lance through his lashes, his cheeks were just a little pink.