[Were they not been immersed in the lagoon -- without it to smooth over the rough edges, Keith would've been more prone to shoving Lance off and calling it quits (even the pretty rocks don't stand a chance against Keith's bipolar outbursts of solitary confinement) -- asinine considering the last time they'd spent some time together. A lot of his thoughts are giant contradictions, though. All about teamwork for the Voltron but delving into interpersonal things beyond necessary is...
Tricky.
His hand eases off the rock, twining with Lance's automatically. A verbal response isn't so quick; Lance is right in front of him -- foreheads touching, even, but he's searching through the dim light, focused on his eyes (kinda) but trying to look beyond--]
I don't know-?!
[It's kneejerk, slightly concerned but likely not enough to undo any progress here. He'll draw his lower lip in, chewing at it awkwardly while moving his hand to Lance's ear (from his hair), toying lightly along the edge of that shell.]
no subject
Tricky.
His hand eases off the rock, twining with Lance's automatically. A verbal response isn't so quick; Lance is right in front of him -- foreheads touching, even, but he's searching through the dim light, focused on his eyes (kinda) but trying to look beyond--]
I don't know-?!
[It's kneejerk, slightly concerned but likely not enough to undo any progress here. He'll draw his lower lip in, chewing at it awkwardly while moving his hand to Lance's ear (from his hair), toying lightly along the edge of that shell.]
Don't ask me.
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