IRobot Chapter 30 excerpt
----Since you have all been so patiently waiting for the new chapter, here’s a little sneak peek!----
It was around 5 in the morning when Lance finally stirred from his restless and twitchy slumber, eyes dull and a bit glassy from the tears only hours ago as he blinked owlishly at his surroundings. The sun was just barely starting to come up seeing as it was still early summer, so it was a bit difficult to see.
After a moment, Lance seemed to remember the events of last night and where he currently was. With a bright shade of red tinting his cheeks, he saw that he was still clinging to his housemate's arm. Slowly, Lance looked up to look at Keith’s face. The widget faintly wondered if he should have faked being asleep to make things less awkward, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. This person needed comfort and he wasn't about to feign sleep through it. Even if it was awkward.
And so he offered a soft, yet sad smile, showing that he remembered last night and remembered why the two were in the same bed in the first place.
"Hey," Keith said softly.
"Hey," Lance replied even softer, just barely above a whisper. His trembling breath was warm against Keith collar and it made the widget shudder under the covers despite him not being cold at all. Thankfully Lance did not notice.
"You ok?" Keith asked, slowly removing his arm from over Lance's shoulder. Deep blue eyes looked to the limb as it was pulled away from him. When had that gotten there? Gaze wandering down to his own tan skinned arms, Lance realized he was still holding onto Keith just below his shirt. For a moment the human boy let his eyes linger a little too long, noticing the stark difference in their skin tines. He quickly let go and tucked his own arms into his chest, curling up on himself a bit as he remembered the events of last night yet again.
Keith watched Lance swallow thickly before opening his mouth. After no words came out, Lance simply frowned and shook his head. Tears started forming again and Keith was quick to act. Gently, he took both his arms and wrapped them around Lance, squeezing the boy in a form of comfort. Lance melted into his grip instantly, his own lanky arms moving to clutch the back of Keith's tee shirt desperately as if the boy would just disappear into thin air if he didn't hold on tight enough.
But Keith wasn’t going anywhere. Not now, not ever.
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