TFLN + Overflow!

[the_tailor]

TFLN + Overflow Post!

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[tempredmental]

[He nodded.

After a moment, he wrapped the knife back up and slipped it back into its sheath.]

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

[He gave him a somewhat sheepish smile.]

You really are a better pilot... now.

[Keith still couldn't get over their first ride in the Blue Lion... Sorry, Lance.]

[the_tailor]

[Give him a break, man. It was his first time piloting a giant blue sentient space lion. Like you would have done a ton better in a stressful situation like that!]

It's okay. ...thanks. That actually means a lot to hear.

[Keith hasn't commented yet on the other thing, but, well, he supposes that's for the best.]

[tempredmental]

[The other thing still baffled him. Keith wasn't quite sure what to make of it, yet.

But, there was also nothing else left to really talk about, was there? And he couldn't just indefinitely sit here on Lance's floor in silence. Well, he could, but that would likely just make things really awkward again. And Lance probably wouldn't suffer through the silence very long before saying something weird and random. Awkward pause.]

So, um... yeah.

[What now? Another awkward pause.]

You... like me... a lot...? Like... a lot a lot?

[the_tailor]

[And there it is. Lance scratches the back of his head awkwardly.]

Yeah. A lot a lot.

[tempredmental]

[That got something of a little smirk in response.]

So what do we do about it?

[He said, 'we'...]

[the_tailor]

We? I mean, um. ...I don't know? I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me cause of it.

[Wait. ...is Keith smiling?]

[tempredmental]

If you're not uncomfortable with me, then why would I be uncomfortable with you?

[Really... who had more reasons to worry about causing discomfort here? Yes... he was smiling just a little.]

[the_tailor]

Because I've got a massive one sided crush going on here but I don't want you to feel like I'm going to push it.

[tempredmental]

[He shifted, pulling his legs up to his chest.]

Who said anything about one-sided?

[He was angry about Lance getting hurt for a reason. He just never said what that reason was.]

[the_tailor]

.....wait, what?

[His eyes go wide. Keith can't possibly be implying....could he?]

LOL! Lance has the best faces.

[tempredmental]

I didn't want to say anything because of everything else...

But, if you're okay with it...

[He trailed off, almost shy.]

He really does

[the_tailor]

Okay with it?

[He goes over, sliding down to the floor next to Keith.]

Keith, if you actually...man. Please tell me I'm not misreading this all. You have feelings for me too? Like...past friendship?

[tempredmental]

I think so?

[He flinched. That sounded terrible.]

I mean, I don't know. [Nope. That sounded just as bad.]

It's like... [And he sort of just let the words fall out this time because he had no idea how to describe this.] I've never been in this situation before, or felt like this before, or any of it.

Kinda crazy, right?

[And now he felt awkward because surely Lance was better at this than him.]

[the_tailor]

No. I mean, I'm not surprised, I guess. You'be always been kind of emotionally awkward, so...

[Honestly? He's not great at this himself past the flirting.]

Do you want to give this a try? Us?

[tempredmental]

[Side-eyeing so much right there... thanks, Lance. That vote of confidence was so helpful.

He chewed his lip for a moment.]

I guess? What do we do next?

[the_tailor]

Um. Uh. Could I...if it's okay, uh, could I...kiss you?

[It's mumbled, and his face is red.]

[tempredmental]

W-what?

[Keith might be blushing back.]

I guess so?

[the_tailor]

[Lance leans in, then, pressing their lips softly together. It's something he's thought about far too many times, and he smiles into the kiss.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith froze up for a moment. Okay. He had to do something back, right? He could feel the heat in his face as he closed his eyes and just leaned into the kiss. That felt right.]

[the_tailor]

[He doesn't push it. It's fine if Keith doesn't return it fully, as long as he doesn't shove him away. Lance has figured that much. Trying to woo Keith wasn't going to be an easy thing, he's known that.

But he'll still kiss him softly, a hand moving to cup his cheek lightly.

Lance will still try his best. Get Keith to understand how much he really does adore him, let him know that he's open for whatever. And he'll wait.]

[tempredmental]

[When they did finally pull away, Keith almost seemed nervous. Had he done that right? What if he'd been wrong? Was that going to mess everything up?]

...

Well...?

[He was overthinking again.]

[the_tailor]

Well.

[That confident aura that Lance always tries to put up? Yeah. There's none of that right now. He looks almost as awkward as Keith, afraid that he screwed up himself, not wanting Keith to suddenly change his mind about him.]

I liked that.

[tempredmental]

You don't seem very sure.

[Keith's normally cocky attitude was completely missing, too. Piloting, fighting, that he could handle. This was completely new territory. Lance's uncertainty was just feeding his own, making him feel even more self-conscious.]

[the_tailor]

I am! I'm just...afraid you didn't. I mean--okay, I think I'm a totally great kisser, but I don't wanna push you into anything you don't want so you haven't seen anything yet.

[He has a tendency to babble, too.]

I did like that, Keith. It's something I want to do a lot more if you'd let me.

[tempredmental]

[Keith was content to let Lance babble. He could babble enough for the two of them, so he didn't say anything to interrupt until he was sure Lance was finished rattling off whatever.

But, the reassurances didn't go unnoticed, and Keith looked a little relieved by them. He nodded.]

I liked it.

[He could easily get used to this idea.]