pilotinblue:
Lance started awake, the box he had been holding dropped from his hand, smacking against the floor and snapping open, the bracelet he had braided together from embroidering floss tumbled out, the red, black and white strands bright against the dark carpeting.
“…What?” Lance looked up at Keith, his mind a soggy mess and barely coherent before he remembered what it was he had spent most of his morning doing. “Hey!” He shot up and grabbed the other’s wrist. “Happy birthday!!” And he grinned like an idiot, he didn’t know if it would be appreciated or not, but he was glad to have all this for his friend. In the time they had both been here, he had grown to really care about the other, and had been too happy to set up a whole surprise party for him.
“It’s just going to be us two,” He urged him towards the kitchen, where he’d left the cake, “But I can make you some birthday lunch, or we can order in, whatever.”
≼ 🔥 ≽ His eyes fall to the bracelet that tumbles out, something hand made that gives the impression he worked way too hard for his birthday. It’s something that makes him happy, whether it’s seen as clearly or not, but also plagues him with other thoughts and fears in a sudden rush.
Lance smiles and he has to give a smile back at his enthusiasm. He very obviously is genuine in all of this and he appreciates it fully, following along as he’s quickly urged to the kitchen.
“Thanks, Lance, I mean it. You really didn’t have to do all this, y’know.”