[Not wearing pants is just what one does at night -- sometimes. Not Keith, because Keith's usually a decent, respectable teenage boy, but it definitely ties into the fact that Lance hasn't been fully briefed (lol) on what he should've worn and what he's wearing now.
Which is the same thing, but it's also deep like evangelion.
He'll finally release the necklace, because he's too close to bother poking at his chinthroat with it anymore. That, and he never actually meant to get pokey with it -- with him, with it. That's just how his brain translated it's nice to see you wearing that despite the risk of being exposed, even though that's not even a problem since the guy you bagged has been bagged. He could use a better interpreter.
A sigh, and he's using Lance's shoulders to steady himself, sit himself up straight...which only works because Lance has a tender grip under his arms.]
Do whatever you want. [Re: changing.] I was just -- No. I was thinking about apologizing.
[So he probably is dying. He shakes his head a few times, trying to arrange his messy bangs away from his eyes, just so he can have a better view into Lance's. His breath might be minty fresh, but a reminder of his current mindset lingers on his skin somehow just as well as the way he's handicapped the flow of their conversation at every turn...]
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Which is the same thing, but it's also deep like evangelion.
He'll finally release the necklace, because he's too close to bother poking at his chinthroat with it anymore. That, and he never actually meant to get pokey with it -- with him, with it. That's just how his brain translated it's nice to see you wearing that despite the risk of being exposed, even though that's not even a problem since the guy you bagged has been bagged. He could use a better interpreter.
A sigh, and he's using Lance's shoulders to steady himself, sit himself up straight...which only works because Lance has a tender grip under his arms.]
Do whatever you want. [Re: changing.] I was just -- No. I was thinking about apologizing.
[So he probably is dying. He shakes his head a few times, trying to arrange his messy bangs away from his eyes, just so he can have a better view into Lance's. His breath might be minty fresh, but a reminder of his current mindset lingers on his skin somehow just as well as the way he's handicapped the flow of their conversation at every turn...]