Jace tried to dodge, but he got still hit on the cheek. Taking a few steps back, he put down his glasses,
"Haven't you heard about not hitting people who wear glasses? That could get in the eye."
Lance stared at his hand,
'What the fuck?' slowly, he felt that someone else was residing in his body; not only were his feelings in disarray, his actions were too.
Again - he didn't like being controlled, and that included himself.
Jace put his glasses back on when he saw that Lance had stopped being aggressive. Seeing the other looking down in disbelief, he gave in.
"Don't worry, I am just looking after her, as this would be what you wanted me to do, if you would remember."
Lance whipped his head up,
"So you don't have any designs on her?" His eyes narrowed, not knowing anymore if he was talking or the one part that actually remembered.
Jace sighed deeply,