[Even setting aside the unmistakably gay undertones, drunk and basically naked Keith is absolutely a sight to behold. He's shifting between using the hallway wall and Lance to keep his balance -- not so fixated on his shirt this time, though he does make a grab for it at least twice. It's flimsy and unhelpful, for the record.
He could be more polite, or he could bumble through this queasy post-drinking probably-hangover thing without any gratuitous frills added on. He's suffering.
And, still not a fan of the light. It isn't so nauseating as it once was, but he's squinting as he takes a heavy seat at the edge of his bed, inwardly thankful Lance decided to bypass the desk for this one.]
Sit with me.
[It's his warmest demand yet. He's scooting back some, wanting something sturdy to rest against and the wall's right there.]
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He could be more polite, or he could bumble through this queasy post-drinking probably-hangover thing without any gratuitous frills added on. He's suffering.
And, still not a fan of the light. It isn't so nauseating as it once was, but he's squinting as he takes a heavy seat at the edge of his bed, inwardly thankful Lance decided to bypass the desk for this one.]
Sit with me.
[It's his warmest demand yet. He's scooting back some, wanting something sturdy to rest against and the wall's right there.]