@celestialaeronaut, continued from here.
What Shiro thought of as a problem, Lance couldn’t help looking at as something to be envious of. It seemed like everywhere they went, someone was looking at him, trying to chat him up, jotting their number down on his napkin... And they couldn’t have picked a more disinterested guy. It just wasn’t fair!
Lance could never decide what was worse; that, or the fact that Shiro always looked at him with that face, when he asked Lance to save him from the spotlight, with that voice that he could never say no to. And now, just like every time before, Lance gives in, closing the distance between them with a half-step, and an arm firmly wrapped around perfectly broad shoulders.
“Nah, of course not, buddy.” Lance’s hand quickly finds it’s favorite resting place on Shiro’s back, mapping out his shoulder blade with the tips of his fingers. “What are we reading today?”