I couldn't not do something. [ in the end, that's the whole of it. sure, he would have preferred to just talk it out, as is his nature, but well that wasn't looking likely, he had to do what he could. in the end, it all sort of worked out, and he definitely isn't quite as bad as he could have been.
he quiets when keith leans down to tend to the wound on his arm, expression scrunching up slightly. the ointment is unrecognizable to lance, but it has a shadp, crisp smell that he doesn't automatically trust. still, he trusts keith, and so doesn't put up a fuss when he starts applying it—
but he's definitely wishing he'd given out a good warning befofe hand. hissing, lance jumps in his seat a little, hands flying down to grip at the edge of the porcelain. it just reopens that wound again, tbh, but the ointment is... slowly but surely doing something about it.
he gives keith a Look, as if he were annoyed... but tbh it's more that the pain has brought him back to the present a bit more, and he's angry at himself for not looking a little tougher in front of him. hmph. ]
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he quiets when keith leans down to tend to the wound on his arm, expression scrunching up slightly. the ointment is unrecognizable to lance, but it has a shadp, crisp smell that he doesn't automatically trust. still, he trusts keith, and so doesn't put up a fuss when he starts applying it—
but he's definitely wishing he'd given out a good warning befofe hand. hissing, lance jumps in his seat a little, hands flying down to grip at the edge of the porcelain. it just reopens that wound again, tbh, but the ointment is... slowly but surely doing something about it.
he gives keith a Look, as if he were annoyed... but tbh it's more that the pain has brought him back to the present a bit more, and he's angry at himself for not looking a little tougher in front of him. hmph. ]