[There's a hesitation -- not because he's not sure, it's more about communication and his fixation with not being able to, even now, rather than working around it. There comes a nod, eyes lifting to meet Lance's.]
Of course I want it to work out. [A blanket statement, internalizing a second but I don't want to keep hurting you. He shifts his weight from foot to foot.] More than anything, I...I love you, sometimes I just think I'm not the best person for you.
[THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS, HE MANAGED TO SULLY A NICE SCENE WITH HIS INSECURITIES AGAIN.]
[ he had been holding his breath, and he's quick to release it as soon as keith (finally) responds. it leaves his body in a shudder, the stiffness and tension in his shoulders now just a faint memory as he slumps. ]
Leave that decision to me, huh?
[ and it's pretty obvious to him what decision he's already made. he tug tugs on keith's hand, drawing him close enough that he can tip his temple up against the other's forehead. ]
Can we go home now? I have no idea where we are, Junior's gonna wake up and cry up a storm once he realizes he's alone.
[Keith's happy as is, after all. He's grown used to having Lance around, being intimate with him -- more importantly, he's pretty much in love with the dude? It'd be Real Bad if he decided to jet, but he can't hold him hostage either.
Even so, it doesn't look like Lance is turning tail. Maybe out of obligation or something -- he won't let his brain fall too far down that hole. Lance is open enough to giving it another shot and thus, there's another opportunity not to act like a piece of shit.]
Yeah, sure.
[Quietly, tilting his chin forward to peck at whatever skin he can readily access. He's agreed to head off, but he's hanging out in place for a few extra moments, just enjoying the quiet with his still-boyfriend.]
keith doesn't move, and lance isn't complaining, shifting that much closer so he can tuck himself more snugly against him. it's awkward with their entwined hands in the way, so he opts to let go just so he can fully wrap his arms around the other's shoulders and hold him close. ]
Don't worry so much, okay? We haven't killed each other yet.
[ he noses the side of keith's head, inching closer and closer to his lips. ]
Whatever it is, we'll get through it, like we get through everything. Pretty sure I wake up more in love with you every day anyway, so I'd say our chances are looking pretty good.
[His arms naturally wind around Lance's middle. The idea's not to drive eachother to that point...it's a joke but Keith's being Sensitive and is prompted to tug Lance a little nearer. What a snowflake.
He's also turning his head inward to meet his lips, whenever that may be...idling only after Lance somehow manages to find the most perfect phrasing. It certainly won't undo everything that'd lead to this point, but everything's fine now and should continue to be fine.
From emo to lowering a hand just enough to grab a palm full of ass, he's smiling against what could easily be Lance's cheek.]
[ he smothers a relieved smile against keith's stupid perfect mullet hair. and while he definitely enjoys the hug (and being felt up, eeey) he will be the first to draw away just enough to set his hands on keith's shoulders, shaking him a little. ]
Okay, now take me home, it's dark and chilly and alien mosquitoes are going to eat me soon.
[This is now the second time he's requested to head home. Before turning out of their embrace (because he's still kinda holding him) he'll mush a kiss to his cheek, then relent with his hands.
Minus a handhold thing going on.]
I'm not gonna let the alien mosquitoes eat you.
[While leading him off; this is actually a serious matter on principle of aliens here getting addicted to their blood and ultimately hunting them for more. Mosquitoes are likely undercover goons.]
[Too bad being dragon married to Keith means most, if not all potentially heroic ends for Lance will be null and void before anything bad can actually happen to him.]
They wouldn't kill you.
[Keith would protect him from persistent, high aliens, per the above statement, but constantly being in a state of combat due to drug addicted aliens is something that's happening in another thread and would be tiring.]
[He'll head up thereafter, having not done so beforehand because he's not sure how much weight their ladder can bear, even now? So here he is, taking Lance's hand and--
that stupid thing...he'll bite (not literally), smooching him real quick in turn. Mistletoe is still a dumb component to this whole holiday thing.]
[He's loitering awkwardly in place post-kiss, like it'd been their first one ever or something -- it's more like something's on his mind, because there is. While Lance is likely tired from all the drama and chasing and his inevitable capture...]
Not yet.
[While moving to grab his arm.]
Before you go...I, uh, there's one more thing we should talk about.
[ he turns to face the other fully, half-wishing they'd at least gotten as far as the couch so they could sit or something. he steels himself, trying to keep the worry from trickling back into his expression. ]
[This is the worst, he didn't even mean for it to come out like that? How does one go about with this sort of thing? A ring-exchange ought to be easier post-ceremony, but it is not. It's just as stressful, if not more??
He'll just dig right into a pouch, two-finger the handmade items from it and conceal them in a fist.]
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Of course I want it to work out. [A blanket statement, internalizing a second but I don't want to keep hurting you. He shifts his weight from foot to foot.] More than anything, I...I love you, sometimes I just think I'm not the best person for you.
[THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS, HE MANAGED TO SULLY A NICE SCENE WITH HIS INSECURITIES AGAIN.]
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Leave that decision to me, huh?
[ and it's pretty obvious to him what decision he's already made. he tug tugs on keith's hand, drawing him close enough that he can tip his temple up against the other's forehead. ]
Can we go home now? I have no idea where we are, Junior's gonna wake up and cry up a storm once he realizes he's alone.
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Even so, it doesn't look like Lance is turning tail. Maybe out of obligation or something -- he won't let his brain fall too far down that hole. Lance is open enough to giving it another shot and thus, there's another opportunity not to act like a piece of shit.]
Yeah, sure.
[Quietly, tilting his chin forward to peck at whatever skin he can readily access. He's agreed to head off, but he's hanging out in place for a few extra moments, just enjoying the quiet with his still-boyfriend.]
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keith doesn't move, and lance isn't complaining, shifting that much closer so he can tuck himself more snugly against him. it's awkward with their entwined hands in the way, so he opts to let go just so he can fully wrap his arms around the other's shoulders and hold him close. ]
Don't worry so much, okay? We haven't killed each other yet.
[ he noses the side of keith's head, inching closer and closer to his lips. ]
Whatever it is, we'll get through it, like we get through everything. Pretty sure I wake up more in love with you every day anyway, so I'd say our chances are looking pretty good.
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He's also turning his head inward to meet his lips, whenever that may be...idling only after Lance somehow manages to find the most perfect phrasing. It certainly won't undo everything that'd lead to this point, but everything's fine now and should continue to be fine.
From emo to lowering a hand just enough to grab a palm full of ass, he's smiling against what could easily be Lance's cheek.]
I know what you mean.
[He does sound relieved.]
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Okay, now take me home, it's dark and chilly and alien mosquitoes are going to eat me soon.
[ whine whine whiiiiine ]
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Fine.
[This is now the second time he's requested to head home. Before turning out of their embrace (because he's still kinda holding him) he'll mush a kiss to his cheek, then relent with his hands.
Minus a handhold thing going on.]
I'm not gonna let the alien mosquitoes eat you.
[While leading him off; this is actually a serious matter on principle of aliens here getting addicted to their blood and ultimately hunting them for more. Mosquitoes are likely undercover goons.]
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Greatly appreciated. I've still got a long life to live, and I'd like it if my eventual end wound up a lot more heroic than that.
[ no one's gonna throw a parade for the guy who was mosquito'd to death, smh... ]
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They wouldn't kill you.
[Keith would protect him from persistent, high aliens, per the above statement, but constantly being in a state of combat due to drug addicted aliens is something that's happening in another thread and would be tiring.]
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Exactly, because you're taking me home.
[ e m p h a s i z i n g the home part here. hm hmmmm. ]
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Well, the trees are starting to thin out a little.]
Where else would we be going?
[He's worse than a kid en route to Disney.]
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I dunno... wherever it is you go when we get mad at each other.
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[Why does Lance think he has a hut set aside to venture to to vent his frustrations? A cooldown room might do wonders, however.]
We're going home, we'll be there soon.
[Five seconds tops.]
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Oh good...
[ once they get to the base of the tree, lance is calling up. ]
Junior!! Your dads are home! I found him like I said I would, see??!
[ as if lance did the actual finding here... ]
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[He's letting go of Lance's hand, patting the back of his head with it instead -- encouraging him to head up first in the same motion.]
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but okok he goes up first. enjoy the view, keef. :B ]
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protip: he is.]
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good, he works hard on that butt.
anyway he wiggles the last bit up to the ledge, turning back around to offer keith a hand AS PER THEIR ROUTINE.
he pauses just as keith's head pops up, looking up. ]
Oh no, what's that—?
[ SURPRISE MISTLETOE HANGING OVER THEM! lance nyooms in for a quick kiss!! ]
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that stupid thing...he'll bite (not literally), smooching him real quick in turn. Mistletoe is still a dumb component to this whole holiday thing.]
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I'm gonna get ready for bed. It's pretty late.
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Not yet.
[While moving to grab his arm.]
Before you go...I, uh, there's one more thing we should talk about.
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[DRAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.]
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Alright...
[ he turns to face the other fully, half-wishing they'd at least gotten as far as the couch so they could sit or something. he steels himself, trying to keep the worry from trickling back into his expression. ]
What's up?
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He'll just dig right into a pouch, two-finger the handmade items from it and conceal them in a fist.]
It's not anything bad.
[While approaching...]
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lance squeaks, jumping back with his hands flying up. ]
Remember that you like me—!!
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