[ lance hadn't even gotten as far as closing his eyes by the time keith speaks up, but upon hearing his name his eyes snap shut as if getting caught doing the alternative would be some kind of grave offense. ]
Shh, [ he says after a full two seconds. ] People are sleeping...
[With confidence, although he didn't give Lance (or himself) much of an opportunity. He's propping himself onto an elbow, vague-glaring at the boy to his side.]
You're, you feel weird too, right? It's not just me.
[NOT LOOKING AT HIM WON'T MAKE HIM GO AWAY. HE'S NOT A MONSTER FROM UNDER THE BED.
Maybe Lance is right, and if he is right, not unlike a Smith's song, he doesn't actually mind dying if he gets to die here. Like this. Which is bogus and uncomfortable. Just as quickly as he propped himself up, he's deflating, dropping back onto his side without a word in edgewise. He probably should...just...try harder. To sleep. And not be the top bunk kid here.
He tucks his chin in, effectively ruffling the back of Lance's head with his forehead. At least he's not directly breathing on the back of his neck anymore...]
[ keith settles back behind him, and lance finally lets out the breath he'd been holding onto. this is fine. this is all fine. they just need to shake it off, sleep on it, and once morning hits everything will be a-okay, back to normal.
in the dark of the tent, he waits until he feels keith's breathing grow slower, steadier. only when he feels it safe to, whether or not keith has actually fallen asleep entirely, he lets his own head tip back slightly, tucking keith there against the crown of it.
[For how frazzled he'd been moments ago, actually putting some effort into settling ends up...working? He's calm and cozy, happy to let himself slip into unconsciousness--
Only for it to be disturbed. Slightly. There's some automatic shifting in turn, he's nestling closer, automatically attracted to the bodily warmth Lance is providing. He's not fully awake, though some distant part of his brain is aware of how odd the arrangement is. Keith's probably never had to share a mattress with anyone in his life before, while they're not on a mattress...
It's the same idea. And while it's an odd concept, it isn't as awful as it should be.]
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Shh, [ he says after a full two seconds. ] People are sleeping...
[ ????? who ]
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Wh--no one's sleeping!
[With confidence, although he didn't give Lance (or himself) much of an opportunity. He's propping himself onto an elbow, vague-glaring at the boy to his side.]
You're, you feel weird too, right? It's not just me.
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Yeah. [ though to his credit, he does answer honestly. ]
I'm pretty sure we're dying.
[ ...mostly. ]
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Maybe Lance is right, and if he is right, not unlike a Smith's song, he doesn't actually mind dying if he gets to die here. Like this. Which is bogus and uncomfortable. Just as quickly as he propped himself up, he's deflating, dropping back onto his side without a word in edgewise. He probably should...just...try harder. To sleep. And not be the top bunk kid here.
He tucks his chin in, effectively ruffling the back of Lance's head with his forehead. At least he's not directly breathing on the back of his neck anymore...]
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in the dark of the tent, he waits until he feels keith's breathing grow slower, steadier. only when he feels it safe to, whether or not keith has actually fallen asleep entirely, he lets his own head tip back slightly, tucking keith there against the crown of it.
this is fine. ]
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Only for it to be disturbed. Slightly. There's some automatic shifting in turn, he's nestling closer, automatically attracted to the bodily warmth Lance is providing. He's not fully awake, though some distant part of his brain is aware of how odd the arrangement is. Keith's probably never had to share a mattress with anyone in his life before, while they're not on a mattress...
It's the same idea. And while it's an odd concept, it isn't as awful as it should be.]