[There's a pulse under his fingers, keeping them to the spot -- lightly. Keith's not much of a Wait And See kinda guy, but...at present, that's all they can really do.]
I know that.
[Re: Allura, the mice...so on and so forth. Of course, he's still thinking along the lines of abandoning the planet rather than just moving out here. Surely Allura wouldn't want to come out and live here with them. They're...
They're starting a mancave, okay. Normally, at this point, he may get frustrated and busy himself at the implications that he's being a bad teammate/friend (even if he is, because he is), but as it were, he's pretty focused on Lance's face, gazing into his soul. Sure, him just wanting to come back to visit and not just stay here is a slight downer, but not all that disappointing. Twenty minutes or so ago, his place didn't even exist for either of them.]
Fine.
[Decisive, but not haughty. His thumb extends to tread his chin, touch along the corner of his lower lip, not guided by any specific thought process; the way the light shines off of Lance's face is -- nice? Like a unicorn, maybe? The comparison didn't mean much earlier -- still doesn't, but it's easier to think along those lines than to concentrate on his heart rate or how Lance'e eyes looked like glistening gems all on their own, more fascinating than the floor of their lagoon. Their conversation is contrary to whatever he's feeling at the moment, which is maybe why he more or less forfeited it six seconds ago.
yesh tehy do x3
I know that.
[Re: Allura, the mice...so on and so forth. Of course, he's still thinking along the lines of abandoning the planet rather than just moving out here. Surely Allura wouldn't want to come out and live here with them. They're...
They're starting a mancave, okay. Normally, at this point, he may get frustrated and busy himself at the implications that he's being a bad teammate/friend (even if he is, because he is), but as it were, he's pretty focused on Lance's face, gazing into his soul. Sure, him just wanting to come back to visit and not just stay here is a slight downer, but not all that disappointing. Twenty minutes or so ago, his place didn't even exist for either of them.]
Fine.
[Decisive, but not haughty. His thumb extends to tread his chin, touch along the corner of his lower lip, not guided by any specific thought process; the way the light shines off of Lance's face is -- nice? Like a unicorn, maybe? The comparison didn't mean much earlier -- still doesn't, but it's easier to think along those lines than to concentrate on his heart rate or how Lance'e eyes looked like glistening gems all on their own, more fascinating than the floor of their lagoon. Their conversation is contrary to whatever he's feeling at the moment, which is maybe why he more or less forfeited it six seconds ago.
Ummm.]