[ lance tenses when he feels keith come closer. he thinks to shout, i meant back to back! but the words kind of stutter and die in his throat, likely caught behind yet another lump he can't remember having been there before. by the time he works his jaw around it, keith's already drawn up that sorry excuse for a blanket, and it's like the definitive punctuation to the end of what was one a question but is now a statement. they've come too far at this point. there's no turning back now.
he tries to keep his breaths even, slow. maybe if he fools keith into thinking he's fallen asleep he will, eventually, fall asleep as well.
and not think quite so hard about how keith's breath on his neck makes his stomach feel. ]
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he tries to keep his breaths even, slow. maybe if he fools keith into thinking he's fallen asleep he will, eventually, fall asleep as well.
and not think quite so hard about how keith's breath on his neck makes his stomach feel. ]