[Keith's making a point of not watching Lance as he acts like a 98 year old man trying to settle in after realizing his dentures aren't strong enough to chew a baby-sized Jordan Almond. It's harder, as time goes on Lance struggling in his peripheral widens until he's staring at him like an ordinary beachgoer watching seagulls pick off newborn turtles as they race toward the water. He'd like to help, but he's so mad.
He is still mad, right? He should be mad. Lance doesn't trust him, doesn't think he's strong enough to handle something even with a fair warning, he sides with projective enemies and would automatically side with a girl when it makes absolutely no sense--]
What hurts?
[It's a demandstion. Think: rich white mother takes family to the zoo, sees her first Capybara. What is that. He cares and wants to know, wants to...help..in some way, even as every other bit of himself thinks it's best for Lance to tend to his own wounds from here on out. Maybe then he'd learn. If he was left to feel like he didn't have anyone--
His pajamas fall to the floor in a heap, he's heading back to the bed. First, to take the bowl of dumb alien chips and set it aside, properly. Noisily. Noisier than intended.
He's overthinking, overreacting, under-reacting, putting too much thought into things that don't even matter. There's nothing wrong with wanting a fallback -- someone to fall back to. Reaching beyond their Paladin-camaraderie, Lance has a big family, right? He's feeling a weird mix of I'm Garbage and Deal With It.
He's not prepared to apologize, much as he's physically contradicting his whole fend for yourself outburst.]
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He is still mad, right? He should be mad. Lance doesn't trust him, doesn't think he's strong enough to handle something even with a fair warning, he sides with projective enemies and would automatically side with a girl when it makes absolutely no sense--]
What hurts?
[It's a demandstion. Think: rich white mother takes family to the zoo, sees her first Capybara. What is that. He cares and wants to know, wants to...help..in some way, even as every other bit of himself thinks it's best for Lance to tend to his own wounds from here on out. Maybe then he'd learn. If he was left to feel like he didn't have anyone--
His pajamas fall to the floor in a heap, he's heading back to the bed. First, to take the bowl of dumb alien chips and set it aside, properly. Noisily. Noisier than intended.
He's overthinking, overreacting, under-reacting, putting too much thought into things that don't even matter. There's nothing wrong with wanting a fallback -- someone to fall back to. Reaching beyond their Paladin-camaraderie, Lance has a big family, right? He's feeling a weird mix of I'm Garbage and Deal With It.
He's not prepared to apologize, much as he's physically contradicting his whole fend for yourself outburst.]