[Keith's busy holding Lance's face close. Their legs can tangle a bit...he'll freak out about having sleepy limbs as usual sometime in the middle of the night. Keith's the reason they always wake up in drastically different positions from where they left off.]
Don't let me do that. [Mild concern. He'd...never hurt Lance.] I can't go back there.
[He's tilting his head forward, partially tucking it under Lance's chin but giving up halfway.]
I can't protect you from the couch.
[Muffled.]
From the Mothman....
[Muffled still. Should he ask. It sounds like jibberish, however.]
no subject
[Keith's busy holding Lance's face close. Their legs can tangle a bit...he'll freak out about having sleepy limbs as usual sometime in the middle of the night. Keith's the reason they always wake up in drastically different positions from where they left off.]
Don't let me do that. [Mild concern. He'd...never hurt Lance.] I can't go back there.
[He's tilting his head forward, partially tucking it under Lance's chin but giving up halfway.]
I can't protect you from the couch.
[Muffled.]
From the Mothman....
[Muffled still. Should he ask. It sounds like jibberish, however.]