@blazerought || The bonding moment we deserve
TRUTH BE TOLD, it was a ROUGH couple of days, weeks? Honestly, who even knew how long it had been, since they found out about KURO and the whole ‘I’m not actually Shiro, I’m here to infiltrate and KILL YOU’ thing and then having to search for the ACTUAL Shiro and finding him lost in some astral rift thing-a-majig. Lance had no idea, it was A LOT to take in and a lot to handle and his brain couldn’t process even HALF of it.
But what he could gather, and what he already knew despite his original thoughts, and inhibitions about a certain RED / BLACK PALADIN slash, apparently part galra so now he’s actually part of the Blade of Marmora too? It would seem he had MISJUDGED Keith a lot more than he cared to realize. Maybe that’s how he found himself standing in front of the door that led to Keith’s room and where Actual-Shiro was resting. He’s been unconscious for days and they aren’t sure what to do about it.
One hand stuffed into his jeans, head hung low, Lance let out a long sigh, he wasn’t sure how ready he was for the scene that was about to unfold behind the opening of this door but, he had some.... THINGS he needed to get off his chest, and he supposed, between losing close friends MULTIPLE TIMES and nearly dying almost every day, now was as good a time as any.
Lifting his free hand, Lance rapped his knuckles on the metal Altean door, tilting his head from side to side, as if to relieve some pressure in his neck.
“Hey, man -- Uh, Keith, hey. It’s me. Lance.” He sighs softly, shoving both hands into his pockets now, “I’m sure now isn’t, EXACTLY, the best time, I just... I just wanted to talk.”