[ He's getting antsy, mostly because he can't quite explain exactly what he wants to say--that's something Stan can do, not him, which hammers home the fact that he needs the others--but also because this is just a little too heavy. Even at the park, discussing what It was and figuring it out, he'd broken the tension with a stupid joke.

Time to fumble with his glasses again and shoot Lance a grin. ]

Yeah, I guess, sure. [ He's right on the money. ] Hey--you look into everyone's head and try to figure out what's wrong with them, right? Has anyone looked into yours?