[ it takes him a couple of seconds (more than, tbh) to regather his bearings. another more to get his breathing back in order, and by then he's able to stand on his own without having to use the tile wall entirely for support. by then, too, his hands have loosened around keith's hair, allowing the boy to lean back as much as he had. allowing lance the chance to finally look down once more, eyes opening for the first time in what feels like forever. ]
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Keith... wow, sorry, are you oka—