Lorne is currently reading in the kitchen, sitting backwards in a chair, when Elena storms in unannounced. Thankfully he can now wear a loose shirt with only minor discomfort so he isn't half-naked when she finds him and takes his head in her hands. Which is a thing she does, for some reason.

For a few moments he can only blink at her in confusion; they've interacted all of once. "Healing," he answers honestly after a moment. Lorne starts to reach up and remove her hands and winces when it pulls something taut - not painful, but close enough to stay further motion. He drops his arms again. It would be awkward to bleed right now. "You could have knocked you know," Lorne adds wryly.