[Lance's brows draw together as he watches Keith drag himself up to his feet and then follows his lead. He's braced to help him if he needs it getting back to the bench. And the apology… isn't what he expected, but he honestly isn't surprised either. Immediately, he's shaking his head.]

You don't have anything to be sorry for, man. I… [He rubs at the back of his neck.] I didn't to help you before it got to that point, and I should've. I… I'm sorry, Keith. I'm the one who's been through this over and over and could've stepped in, but… I didn't. I dunno how to explain why, but it doesn't matter. I didn't… protect you from this and I'm- I'm so sorry.

[His voice becomes unsteady as he talks, his eyes wet. There's part of him that wonders if it's fair of him to say all that at all given how responsible Keith feels. And another part that insists it's wholly inadequate. He's inadequate.]