taking from you (whatever you're willing to give)

'Alex begins to wonder if it wouldn’t have been better to have made some sort of excuse up. Last minute team duties that they both would know were a lie. He tries not to squirm but every few minutes he has to force his legs to stop swinging aimlessly. Lando is even worse. They sit across from each other at Lando’s kitchen counter, the younger man just spinning his seat around every few seconds before stopping, only to start tapping his fingers on the counter top. The pattern then repeats.