[He'll follow Lance's instructions, sliding his fingers beyond the rib he'd been rubbing to the spot below -- more 'in the middle'. Some weight finds a place here, pushing inwardly with some restraint, as if testing for bruising.]
Here?
[Softly, he's about level with Lance's ear. Especially with how he's suddenly resting??]
[ guess who's surging forward with that shout, only to suddenly go still because, hey, you shouldn't do that if you're injured. grimacing, he flops backwards onto keith's chest again, about as miserably as you would expect from him. ]
[Since Lance can do aerobics now, he's gonna go ahead and cap the mystery liquid once more. Any more would be overkill anyway. They could always reapply it in the morning.
He's awkwardly stretching his arm in a way it should never have to extend...just to get it safely onto the sidetable without disturbing Lance too much, even though he's...fine. Just fine.]
It's magical stuff I used. [Spoken like a mage.] So maybe it'll only be a few days.
[He'll be reaching around Lance now, trying to rearrange the sheets so they're not pinned beneath him, trying to instead stretch them over his body. Keith sure is roosting in a temporary arrangement behind Lance.]
What did she look like?
[Off-topic, but not 100% off topic. Remember that time he super needed Lance to take notes for him even though he was completely incoherent and puking-wasted? Same thing here. Gotta nail down the facts before Lance can sleep on it -- while they're fresh, so he can later assault this ho.]
[ he sighs, somewhat heavily, but there is a definite level of comfort in keith's reassurance that lance doesn't hesitate to indulge in. he isn't in any more pain, at least, so maybe that magic stuff is working after all... it's a better line of thinking than laying here covered in weird ointment junk for no reason, anyway. ]
What do you mean?
[ he'd been watching keith's hands fuss over the blankets, unconsciously keeping extra still so as nof to disturb him. because of that, he doesn't quite get keith's intent right away. but by the time it hits him, he can't really make sense of why that'd be tbe case.
slowly he shifts, just so he can glance over his shoulder at the other. ]
[He tugs the blankets up to about Lance's chest; the room isn't particularly cold, but he's nakie and inappropriate, it makes sense. He shouldn't roast under there either.]
In case I run into her.
[Play it off like a casual neighborhood watch thing, yeah! Except it probably won't work with Keith as the speaker. He's not really trying to be misleading here anyway; he has no reason to be, though Lance was already trying to justify his assailant's actions.]
Why else?
[His hands automatically settle against Lance's stomach, and he tilts his head against the ladder attachment between their beds. It's an uncomfortable headrest, but it works.]
[ it's a weird juxtaposition. keith's gestures, at least the physical ones, are soft and tender and borderline intimate, but then he goes and says things that imply a strange sort of protectiveness (which is really just a different sort of intimacy isn't it?) that lance isn't really sure how to feel in the moment.
(warm, is the one that's winning out the most, with the blanket drawn up to his chest, the hands folding against his skin.)
keith telling him not to turn it into a thing kind of just makes him want to turn it into a thing, because by saying that isn't it already implying that it could be a thing, which only just makes it more a thing than it would have been if he hadn't?? math.
but there seems to be something almost delicate about the situation, too, which is not at all abated by the proximity between them that's really only becoming more and more apparent (and why did that take so long, anyway?). ]
...I don't remember. [ which is an obvious lie, and maybe it isn't a good idea to do so now, but he also doesn't want to the roles here to be reversed any time soon. ] You probably shouldn't go "running into her" alone anyway. [ pretty sure she can break the both of them in half without even trying. ]
[There's some fidgeting; smoothing the blanket over, toying with it between his index and middle fingers. Lance is totally lying -- he has to be. It's funny, because as frustrating as this runaround is, he isn't....really frustrated. It has little to do with anticipating a game of Dodge the Descriptors, but...
It's mentally already been chalked up to dregs of worry.]
Right.
[Your advice has been duly noted.]
I'll bring you some water if you can remember something.
[That's how a successful negotiation works, right?]
[ ah, crackers. lance had totally forgotten how thirsty he was until this very moment, and now all he can think about is water, and how he'd like to maybe chug a whole gallon of it.
he chews on his lip for a moment, considering his options. he's like 99% sure keith's gonna do something stupid with this information, so the wise thing here would be to hold out and just hope it all blows over.
but on the other hand, he's so thirsty. ]
...she had long hair.
[ that'll definitely get him at least one cup, right?? ]
[Keith sighs at the description -- or lack thereof. On one hand, he should concentrate on the present, which is that Lance is relatively fine and safe. On the other hand....
He's having a real difficult time letting go of whoever it was that rendered him in such a state. Therein, of course, he's getting a little Mad. Which is unfair, and it's not the right time to engage Lance in a battle of What Should Be Done vs his Weird Morals and Blatant Alien Chick Favoritism, Even If They're Shitty.
It's a long, heavy sigh.]
Alright.
[With a pat to his stomach, a cue to let Lance know he's getting up.]
[ it could have been worse, okay. he could have said she was pretty.
anyway, lance only just now realizes that by effectively getting keith to succumb to his will (aka getting keith to pity him enough), he is robbing himself of his very own human backrest. which, granted, isn't quite as comfortable as a pillow or mattress could be but it was still... oddly nice. in some way. some weird way lance isn't going to think about right now, because he should be focusing on slowly sitting back up himself. which he does. go him. ]
Could you put some ice in it?
[ look he wasn't going to not try to push his luck, okay... ]
[He slides off soundly, straightens his pants out as they'd bunched up at his thighs. Another moment and he's kind of..fluffing his (former?) pillow up, setting it vertically so Lance has something to rest against that isn't hard metal or cold wall.]
If we have any.
[He's sure someone had just wasted a bunch for a lavender ice face massage...but he could be wrong. He doesn't head off with that, but lingers, regarding him with some tension...nothing outright angry; it's centered in the eyes.]
You can't just expect me to think it's fine for some girl to kick your ass [HE SAID ASS] just because she was confused. That's crap and you know it.
[There's another heavy release; he'll be out of oxygen soon.]
You don't...have to be ashamed or whatever. Just, quit letting people take advantage of you.
[NOW he'll leave. If You Want To Stop Getting Hit Just Quit Screwing Up.]
[ he actually doesn't know how to respond until keith's already turning away and leaving. so he's left with his mouth hanging open around a rebuttal, or maybe just a flat-out protest. he never gets to find out since keith totally just walked out on him. he folds his arms across his chest, then realizes how much that actually hurts, and so he sets his arms back down at his sides again, leaning back against that adequately fluffed pillow with a huff.
when keith finally returns, he's sure to speak first, just in case the boy decides to have the last word on him again: ]
I'm not ashamed. [ pls? he gets his butt (BUTT!!) kicked all the time, and it's like 65% often done by girls. his older sister can still make him cry. HE COULD CARE LESS. ]
But what's the point? You wanna make her say sorry? Beat her up in revenge? [ cue his instant head-shaking because THESE AREN'T SUGGESTIONS OKAY ] She could probably wipe the floor with four of us, and you want me to be okay with sending you off so you could end up like this too? That's what's crap.
[Uhm, way to harsh his vibe, dude. Keith was having a great time in the kitchen forgetting about how asinine Lance is, carefully adding blocks of ice to his drink one at a time (only four in total, five would've put them out of ice again). He also prepped a small bowl of multicolored alien bugles for him, just in case that post-potion taste was stuck in his mouth.]
You don't have to worry about me.
[He carelessly drops the bugle bowl into his lap as a Firm Display of Anger, while kindly...holding the water out in offering.]
What about next time you run into her? [For all the weird shit they've endured thus far, running into someone you're only vaguely familiar with -- visually, it isn't so uncommon. It's like being part of a big school...like the Garrison. Their occupancy isn't so widespread.] You think you're gonna be able to talk some sense into her when it didn't work the first time?
[If Lance hadn't accepted the water yet, he'll be thumping it against his chest.]
[ no such water was accepted during this time, because things are getting Intense, and who has time to remember about trivial things like hydration! so the ice clinks noisily against the glass, and some water even spills onto his chest, but the situation is too tense now for it to be funny or sexy or even just weird. you're lucky it wasn't against his bruised rib, keith! otherwise you would've been feeling hecka guilty!
anyway his hand at least comes up to take the glass then, which is fortunate because it gives him something to curl a fist around. ]
Well no one asked you to, [ he snaps back without really thinking. by now, his defenses are flaring up, and he's starting to feel really... ashamed? the very shame he was so adamant about not feeling just a minute earlier, only this time it has nothing to do with zero.
he doesn't want to seem ungrateful, but he doesn't want keith to think him that much of an idiot, either. ]
She's probably not even gonna remember me anyway. [ lbr none of the girls he meets in this way ever do. ] Not that it matters, because whatever hecked them up in that VR room isn't gonna affect them outside of it. [ so surely, surely she wouldn't be quite as volatile the next time? if there even is a next time? ]
[In hindsight, sure, what he said sounds bad -- but he never meant to say Lance owes him anything for giving a shit. For whatever reason, Keith isn't so easy to blame it all on the VR system; maybe it's because Lance just has a knack for running into trouble and now, for some reason it's really testing his threshold for nonsense. Maybe he's going stir crazy and wants to take it out on someone; he doesn't have his trainerbot here after all.
Or, maybe he's just tired of Lance's over-the-top fascination with girls. Shiro's not here to reel him in...which....
Is also something else.]
All you're saying is that she might not be as strong outside of VR. I -- don't even care anymore.
[Which isn't true, he just isn't gaining ground and he wants to assault Lance but can't because he's crippled?]
[ that wasn't at all what he was saying! for all he knew, she was even stronger, because what if the vr nonsense just made her forget all the abilities she actually possessed? regardless, all signs continue to point to him not wanting keith anywhere near her, especially given how volatile the guy usually is.
case in point...
lance tries not to look as hurt as he feels when keith reiterates his hands-off approach next time — and of course mr. heart-on-his-sleeve fails miserably at it. it's silly, because the guy literally just said nobody had to ask him to help less than a minute earlier, but all lance hears now is how much he doesn't care. ]
I wasn't going to.
[ which is a bold-faced LIE but what else can you really say in this moment... sure he and keith had their differences, but usually — when the chips fall, they had each others' backs, right? what's so different this time?
he looks down at the glass in his hand, the other idly picking at some spilled alien bugles. he can't even stick them on his fingers now and pretend he has a claw... they've been Sullied... ]
What do you want me to say, Keith? I hecked up? We both know I did. [ one more aggressively than the other, but. ]
[All Keith knows for sure is that someone kicked Lance's ass for no reason and he literally needed to use a magical concoction to semi-rectify the situation.]
Good!
[The sissiest of slapfights. He's half ready to storm out, for dramatic affect, but still fairly concerned about Lance's entire state of being and can't quite bring himself to leave just yet.]
Just...be quiet.
[Because, what else is he even supposed to say when Lance is acting all pathetic? And vulnerable? And upsetting?
If Shiro were here, he would have interjected ten minutes ago, told them both to be quiet, ordered them both to sleep and...whatever else comes after that is fuzzy as he'd be trying to sleep. In that scenario.]
[ if shiro were here, it probably wouldn't have gotten this bad this quickly. allura apparently sleeps like a rock. does shiro even sleep? or does he just do push-ups all the time?
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anyway, the biggest surprise of all this evening is lance actually listening to keith in this instant, when every other time would have indicated he resist just for the sake of resisting. instead, he glowers at the other, and finally gulps down his ice water like the petulant child he is. and because he's so gd petty, he's gonna slip each ice cube and chew on it. loudly. ]
The silent tension grows borderline awkward until Lance starts chewing and slurping and audibly existing again. He was just about to rifle through his drawer for suitable nightware and take his leave (into the next room over) (until lance fell asleep) (so he could periodically check in on him) but he's been foiled.]
Is that why you wanted ice?!
[There're only four cubes. Use them wisely, you fuck.]
[ look lance is only good for two things: creating the tension and breaking it.
also breaking ice between his molars, apparently, because boy look at him go. he makes a point to finish chewing the first cube down before slipping the second one into his mouth, rolling it around, and responding (with a cheek bulging out because of it). ]
[Maybe, Zero and Lance are perfect for eachother. It's a thought he thinks whilst studying the way his teeth grind the ice blocks to bits. Maybe he'll get brainfreeze.]
I'm going to bed, since you're fine.
[It comes out as a threat, only because he's still wound up from their fight...obviously. He's turning to their..probably-shared dresser, tugging open his drawer to shuffle through the PJ area -- as he'd planned to earlier on.]
[ oh right, bed... lance actually considers his own situation here. since he's finished his drink, and isn't all that hungry (thanks in part to the ice chewing and also just a disinterest in possibly throwing it all up) there's no real reason for him to stay sitting up anymore. so he'll carefully set the cup and bowl aside (where had this bowl even come from? did keith bring him food even though he didn't ask for it? what.) and admittedly that in and of itself had been kind of a struggle, giving his arms can't really lift all that well thanks to torso and arm injury, but he manages. albeit somewhat pathetically. given that, he probably should have realized laying back down would be even more of a struggle, but surprise surprise he doesn't really consider it until he's attempting to do it, and suddenly he's having to bite back a groan of pain because hey! doing that kinda stuff with the injuries he's got hurts! who wouldathunk?!
anyway he kind of doesn't want to give keith the satisfaction so he tries to roll over and hide his face, but that just makes it hurt even more so then he just winds up flopping down like a dead fish, sighing loudly in thinly veiled pain and frustration.
maybe if he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep, keith will have missed all of that.... ]
[Keith's making a point of not watching Lance as he acts like a 98 year old man trying to settle in after realizing his dentures aren't strong enough to chew a baby-sized Jordan Almond. It's harder, as time goes on Lance struggling in his peripheral widens until he's staring at him like an ordinary beachgoer watching seagulls pick off newborn turtles as they race toward the water. He'd like to help, but he's so mad.
He is still mad, right? He should be mad. Lance doesn't trust him, doesn't think he's strong enough to handle something even with a fair warning, he sides with projective enemies and would automatically side with a girl when it makes absolutely no sense--]
What hurts?
[It's a demandstion. Think: rich white mother takes family to the zoo, sees her first Capybara. What is that. He cares and wants to know, wants to...help..in some way, even as every other bit of himself thinks it's best for Lance to tend to his own wounds from here on out. Maybe then he'd learn. If he was left to feel like he didn't have anyone--
His pajamas fall to the floor in a heap, he's heading back to the bed. First, to take the bowl of dumb alien chips and set it aside, properly. Noisily. Noisier than intended.
He's overthinking, overreacting, under-reacting, putting too much thought into things that don't even matter. There's nothing wrong with wanting a fallback -- someone to fall back to. Reaching beyond their Paladin-camaraderie, Lance has a big family, right? He's feeling a weird mix of I'm Garbage and Deal With It.
He's not prepared to apologize, much as he's physically contradicting his whole fend for yourself outburst.]
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Here?
[Softly, he's about level with Lance's ear. Especially with how he's suddenly resting??]
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Yeah, yeah, you got it—
[ some more squirming because, honestly, hasn't he suffered enough... ]
It's fine, it's just bruising, right? Those things like... heal overnight.
[ or something. ]
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It takes weeks normally.
[And he's back to coating the spot, spreading the liquid over a wide stretch just to make sure he's included the entirety of his booboo.
Stop squirming..........]
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[ guess who's surging forward with that shout, only to suddenly go still because, hey, you shouldn't do that if you're injured. grimacing, he flops backwards onto keith's chest again, about as miserably as you would expect from him. ]
Aw mannn how'm I gonna work like this??
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He's awkwardly stretching his arm in a way it should never have to extend...just to get it safely onto the sidetable without disturbing Lance too much, even though he's...fine. Just fine.]
It's magical stuff I used. [Spoken like a mage.] So maybe it'll only be a few days.
[He'll be reaching around Lance now, trying to rearrange the sheets so they're not pinned beneath him, trying to instead stretch them over his body. Keith sure is roosting in a temporary arrangement behind Lance.]
What did she look like?
[Off-topic, but not 100% off topic. Remember that time he super needed Lance to take notes for him even though he was completely incoherent and puking-wasted? Same thing here. Gotta nail down the facts before Lance can sleep on it -- while they're fresh, so he can later assault this ho.]
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What do you mean?
[ he'd been watching keith's hands fuss over the blankets, unconsciously keeping extra still so as nof to disturb him. because of that, he doesn't quite get keith's intent right away. but by the time it hits him, he can't really make sense of why that'd be tbe case.
slowly he shifts, just so he can glance over his shoulder at the other. ]
Why?
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In case I run into her.
[Play it off like a casual neighborhood watch thing, yeah! Except it probably won't work with Keith as the speaker. He's not really trying to be misleading here anyway; he has no reason to be, though Lance was already trying to justify his assailant's actions.]
Why else?
[His hands automatically settle against Lance's stomach, and he tilts his head against the ladder attachment between their beds. It's an uncomfortable headrest, but it works.]
Don't turn it into a thing.
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(warm, is the one that's winning out the most, with the blanket drawn up to his chest, the hands folding against his skin.)
keith telling him not to turn it into a thing kind of just makes him want to turn it into a thing, because by saying that isn't it already implying that it could be a thing, which only just makes it more a thing than it would have been if he hadn't?? math.
but there seems to be something almost delicate about the situation, too, which is not at all abated by the proximity between them that's really only becoming more and more apparent (and why did that take so long, anyway?). ]
...I don't remember. [ which is an obvious lie, and maybe it isn't a good idea to do so now, but he also doesn't want to the roles here to be reversed any time soon. ] You probably shouldn't go "running into her" alone anyway. [ pretty sure she can break the both of them in half without even trying. ]
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It's mentally already been chalked up to dregs of worry.]
Right.
[Your advice has been duly noted.]
I'll bring you some water if you can remember something.
[That's how a successful negotiation works, right?]
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he chews on his lip for a moment, considering his options. he's like 99% sure keith's gonna do something stupid with this information, so the wise thing here would be to hold out and just hope it all blows over.
but on the other hand, he's so thirsty. ]
...she had long hair.
[ that'll definitely get him at least one cup, right?? ]
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He's having a real difficult time letting go of whoever it was that rendered him in such a state. Therein, of course, he's getting a little Mad. Which is unfair, and it's not the right time to engage Lance in a battle of What Should Be Done vs his Weird Morals and Blatant Alien Chick Favoritism, Even If They're Shitty.
It's a long, heavy sigh.]
Alright.
[With a pat to his stomach, a cue to let Lance know he's getting up.]
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anyway, lance only just now realizes that by effectively getting keith to succumb to his will (aka getting keith to pity him enough), he is robbing himself of his very own human backrest. which, granted, isn't quite as comfortable as a pillow or mattress could be but it was still... oddly nice. in some way. some weird way lance isn't going to think about right now, because he should be focusing on slowly sitting back up himself. which he does. go him. ]
Could you put some ice in it?
[ look he wasn't going to not try to push his luck, okay... ]
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If we have any.
[He's sure someone had just wasted a bunch for a lavender ice face massage...but he could be wrong. He doesn't head off with that, but lingers, regarding him with some tension...nothing outright angry; it's centered in the eyes.]
You can't just expect me to think it's fine for some girl to kick your ass [HE SAID ASS] just because she was confused. That's crap and you know it.
[There's another heavy release; he'll be out of oxygen soon.]
You don't...have to be ashamed or whatever. Just, quit letting people take advantage of you.
[NOW he'll leave. If You Want To Stop Getting Hit Just Quit Screwing Up.]
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when keith finally returns, he's sure to speak first, just in case the boy decides to have the last word on him again: ]
I'm not ashamed. [ pls? he gets his butt (BUTT!!) kicked all the time, and it's like 65% often done by girls. his older sister can still make him cry. HE COULD CARE LESS. ]
But what's the point? You wanna make her say sorry? Beat her up in revenge? [ cue his instant head-shaking because THESE AREN'T SUGGESTIONS OKAY ] She could probably wipe the floor with four of us, and you want me to be okay with sending you off so you could end up like this too? That's what's crap.
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You don't have to worry about me.
[He carelessly drops the bugle bowl into his lap as a Firm Display of Anger, while kindly...holding the water out in offering.]
What about next time you run into her? [For all the weird shit they've endured thus far, running into someone you're only vaguely familiar with -- visually, it isn't so uncommon. It's like being part of a big school...like the Garrison. Their occupancy isn't so widespread.] You think you're gonna be able to talk some sense into her when it didn't work the first time?
[If Lance hadn't accepted the water yet, he'll be thumping it against his chest.]
I'm not doing this again.
[Less about labor, more about mental toil.]
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anyway his hand at least comes up to take the glass then, which is fortunate because it gives him something to curl a fist around. ]
Well no one asked you to, [ he snaps back without really thinking. by now, his defenses are flaring up, and he's starting to feel really... ashamed? the very shame he was so adamant about not feeling just a minute earlier, only this time it has nothing to do with zero.
he doesn't want to seem ungrateful, but he doesn't want keith to think him that much of an idiot, either. ]
She's probably not even gonna remember me anyway. [ lbr none of the girls he meets in this way ever do. ] Not that it matters, because whatever hecked them up in that VR room isn't gonna affect them outside of it. [ so surely, surely she wouldn't be quite as volatile the next time? if there even is a next time? ]
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[In hindsight, sure, what he said sounds bad -- but he never meant to say Lance owes him anything for giving a shit. For whatever reason, Keith isn't so easy to blame it all on the VR system; maybe it's because Lance just has a knack for running into trouble and now, for some reason it's really testing his threshold for nonsense. Maybe he's going stir crazy and wants to take it out on someone; he doesn't have his trainerbot here after all.
Or, maybe he's just tired of Lance's over-the-top fascination with girls. Shiro's not here to reel him in...which....
Is also something else.]
All you're saying is that she might not be as strong outside of VR. I -- don't even care anymore.
[Which isn't true, he just isn't gaining ground and he wants to assault Lance but can't because he's crippled?]
Just don't expect any help next time.
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case in point...
lance tries not to look as hurt as he feels when keith reiterates his hands-off approach next time — and of course mr. heart-on-his-sleeve fails miserably at it. it's silly, because the guy literally just said nobody had to ask him to help less than a minute earlier, but all lance hears now is how much he doesn't care. ]
I wasn't going to.
[ which is a bold-faced LIE but what else can you really say in this moment... sure he and keith had their differences, but usually — when the chips fall, they had each others' backs, right? what's so different this time?
he looks down at the glass in his hand, the other idly picking at some spilled alien bugles. he can't even stick them on his fingers now and pretend he has a claw... they've been Sullied... ]
What do you want me to say, Keith? I hecked up? We both know I did. [ one more aggressively than the other, but. ]
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Good!
[The sissiest of slapfights. He's half ready to storm out, for dramatic affect, but still fairly concerned about Lance's entire state of being and can't quite bring himself to leave just yet.]
Just...be quiet.
[Because, what else is he even supposed to say when Lance is acting all pathetic? And vulnerable? And upsetting?
If Shiro were here, he would have interjected ten minutes ago, told them both to be quiet, ordered them both to sleep and...whatever else comes after that is fuzzy as he'd be trying to sleep. In that scenario.]
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anyway, the biggest surprise of all this evening is lance actually listening to keith in this instant, when every other time would have indicated he resist just for the sake of resisting. instead, he glowers at the other, and finally gulps down his ice water like the petulant child he is. and because he's so gd petty, he's gonna slip each ice cube and chew on it. loudly. ]
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The silent tension grows borderline awkward until Lance starts chewing and slurping and audibly existing again. He was just about to rifle through his drawer for suitable nightware and take his leave (into the next room over) (until lance fell asleep) (so he could periodically check in on him) but he's been foiled.]
Is that why you wanted ice?!
[There're only four cubes. Use them wisely, you fuck.]
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also breaking ice between his molars, apparently, because boy look at him go. he makes a point to finish chewing the first cube down before slipping the second one into his mouth, rolling it around, and responding (with a cheek bulging out because of it). ]
What? Problem?
[ why are they like this. ]
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I'm going to bed, since you're fine.
[It comes out as a threat, only because he's still wound up from their fight...obviously. He's turning to their..probably-shared dresser, tugging open his drawer to shuffle through the PJ area -- as he'd planned to earlier on.]
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anyway he kind of doesn't want to give keith the satisfaction so he tries to roll over and hide his face, but that just makes it hurt even more so then he just winds up flopping down like a dead fish, sighing loudly in thinly veiled pain and frustration.
maybe if he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep, keith will have missed all of that.... ]
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He is still mad, right? He should be mad. Lance doesn't trust him, doesn't think he's strong enough to handle something even with a fair warning, he sides with projective enemies and would automatically side with a girl when it makes absolutely no sense--]
What hurts?
[It's a demandstion. Think: rich white mother takes family to the zoo, sees her first Capybara. What is that. He cares and wants to know, wants to...help..in some way, even as every other bit of himself thinks it's best for Lance to tend to his own wounds from here on out. Maybe then he'd learn. If he was left to feel like he didn't have anyone--
His pajamas fall to the floor in a heap, he's heading back to the bed. First, to take the bowl of dumb alien chips and set it aside, properly. Noisily. Noisier than intended.
He's overthinking, overreacting, under-reacting, putting too much thought into things that don't even matter. There's nothing wrong with wanting a fallback -- someone to fall back to. Reaching beyond their Paladin-camaraderie, Lance has a big family, right? He's feeling a weird mix of I'm Garbage and Deal With It.
He's not prepared to apologize, much as he's physically contradicting his whole fend for yourself outburst.]
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