[ fair... fair... lance is the one to actually voice the worry, and just because he'd felt complete comfort and trust in keith's determined answer to never let such a thing happen, that doesn't necessarily mean the other boy has moved on from the same concern. lance could definitely stand to be a bit more thoughtful...
but that's somewhat difficult when it occurs to him, quite belatedly, that he's technically laying on a bed that still strangely smells like keith (?? when did he know what keith smells like), wearing nothing but his damp socks and his blue space boxer briefs. his lips press into a thin line, and after too many long stretches of silence and intense staring, lance slowly slips his hands over his lap and just sort of... half-rolls onto his side. back to keith.
SO ANYWAY................. ]
Uh. Thanks. [ his mind sort of just scrambles for any old thing to say, but some genuine gratitude is probably not a bad place to start. it would have had to come up eventually. ] For dressing my wound and... [ taking care of him... making him feel better about not dying... ]
no subject
but that's somewhat difficult when it occurs to him, quite belatedly, that he's technically laying on a bed that still strangely smells like keith (?? when did he know what keith smells like), wearing nothing but his damp socks and his blue space boxer briefs. his lips press into a thin line, and after too many long stretches of silence and intense staring, lance slowly slips his hands over his lap and just sort of... half-rolls onto his side. back to keith.
SO ANYWAY................. ]
Uh. Thanks. [ his mind sort of just scrambles for any old thing to say, but some genuine gratitude is probably not a bad place to start. it would have had to come up eventually. ] For dressing my wound and... [ taking care of him... making him feel better about not dying... ]
You know... stuff.