[It's the same motion, when Keith decides to slip his knife back onto his waist and also pull away from Lance. The latter takes longer, and he ends up being borderline clumsy about both pulling away and creating about an inch (if that) of space between them.]
[Let it be known that, when Keith's assessing something he finds attractive, he'll end up regarding the person like they've got three heads or an extra eye. More importantly, what were they arguing about before? Shouldn't they still be concerned about the (fading) canary-yellow fog stagnating in their tent? How on Earth is he supposed to borrow a fuck about either of that when he's so suddenly, starkly realized how perfectly Lance's bangs frame his forehead and how expressive he is with his eyes. It's...
Causing him to dig his fingers into the ground, looking for some physical leverage.]
yes...now i'm deleting it
What, what?
[Uhm.]
I didn't say anything.
[Let it be known that, when Keith's assessing something he finds attractive, he'll end up regarding the person like they've got three heads or an extra eye. More importantly, what were they arguing about before? Shouldn't they still be concerned about the (fading) canary-yellow fog stagnating in their tent? How on Earth is he supposed to borrow a fuck about either of that when he's so suddenly, starkly realized how perfectly Lance's bangs frame his forehead and how expressive he is with his eyes. It's...
Causing him to dig his fingers into the ground, looking for some physical leverage.]
I -- don't feel good.
[In short.]