[ he has a half a second to mourn the loss of keith's hand before he suddenly feels the other boy tuck himself in against his side, somehow finding the perfect way to align their bodies so that lance's arm slips comfortably around the span of his shoulders, and they aren't knocking into each other as they walk. it's almost infuriating how good he was at it, and if the moment had been lighter, lance might have even taken the moment to be playfully petty about it. as it is, he can only be thankful that keith's unending list of natural talents seem to also encompass being a great human pillow. don't mind if he leans a little more against you than he probably should... ]
What're you in the mood for? Space soup? Space sushi?
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What're you in the mood for? Space soup? Space sushi?