Lance would never shut up about the rain.
Now that Keith looks back at it, it was probably because Lance missed home and was trying to latch on something, anything, from Earth that could maybe be found in another planet. So he wouldn’t feel crazy, wouldn’t feel like he had hallucinated his whole years before he had started fighting the empire.
Rain would feel like something concrete, something he had once known. Familiarity.
It’d get hard sometimes, especially after coming back from Galra battles, to remember that at some point in their life, they used to be students. Attending classes, stressing over not a blade on their throat, but finding out the velocity of a ball falling on the floor in an almost no gravity environment.
(Keith had never been a fan of physics, but with Shiro taking him in, he had no choice but to study. Which would suck. But you know, anything to not disappoint Shiro.)
And so Lance would talk about the rain. Rain, rain, rain. How he liked to jump in puddles, loved the feeling of having his shoes wet, of feeling the water on his skin. I miss rain. Man, I really miss rain. Rain, rain, rain.
Keith jumps in a puddle, to honour him or something. The feeling is disgusting.
“Fucking Lance,” he mumbles under his breath. He thank the deities out there that the Blade suit is impermeable.
The rain isn’t even this similar to the one back on Earth. It’s hot – not boiling, but enough to be uncomfortable and he…he…
Can’t stand being alone, can’t stand being here, he doesn’t…he doesn’t want to go back to Earth. He doesn’t. Leaving Earth was the best thing that could happen to him, finding out about his heritage, knowing there were people like him. It’d felt comfortable. Great even. And now that the war has ended, he can just…roam in the ends of space and do whatever he wants but…
“Fucking Lance.” He says this time, louder.
He doesn’t miss him. He does not. Lance is out there being a pilot, or something. He’s not even sure what he does. Whenever the team ask him, his answers are vague. Brushing them off with a smile. “I dunno. Piloting. Doing stuff for aliens. Y’know the drill.”
(Keith does not. What the fuck is the drill?)
Lance goes back to Altea pretty often though – and he seems to talk to Kolivan more than Keith; since Kolivan is the one who updates him about Lance’s whereabouts most of the time. He can’t stand it. He can’t stand anything that’s McClain actually.
“Great diplomates, the McClains.” Kolivan says. And Keith tries to shake off the horror, never having heard once something so positive coming out of Kolivan’s mouth.
“Diplomates and he can’t even talk to me, huh?” He mumbles. A drop of rain falls on his palm, it itches. He scowls. “How the fuck did he like rain of all things?”
I miss rain. I wish we could see rain. Man…
Rain’s uncomfortable, it’s too loud, it does everything to make itself known. It keeps bugging you until you give it attention and when you do, when you finally starts enjoying it, it just –
“It just fucking leaves you!” He yells.
His fingers are shaking, the rain is starting to fade and Keith feels empty.
Rain. I miss rain. I miss rain. Hey can we go to a planet with rain? Rain. Rain, rain, rain.
(If he caves in, asks Kolivan where is Lance currently, if he flies back to him, kisses him till he can’t feel his lips, well, no one has to know.)
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