[ the walk from the living room to the bathroom sure is a lot longer when you're barely walking. but to his credit, he tries, dragging each foot little by little with keith's continued coaxing. the conversation is a welcome distraction; he almost forgets how his bruised ribs object to all the talking. ]

No no no. [ he certainly sounds a bit like he's drunk, words slurring slightly, but it's just the lightheartedness talking here... ] Band-aids. Band-aids. I got us all hamster ones, because they're kinda like the space mice, you know?? I figure it might help make Allura feel a little less outnumbered.

[ because they're dumb boys.

anyway, lance sighs heavily, head lolling slightly against keith's temple. ]

I'm thirsty, [ he announces.

well damn bitch me too. ]