[After having what could only be described as an interesting text encounter, Keith sat motionless on the edge of his bed. His face rested in his hands with his fingers laced across the bridge of his nose as he stared at the bare wall, processing. Did he just come out to Lance?
Oh quiznak, he came out to Lance!
The cut that ran along his temple to his scalp throbbed. Silently he cursed the stupid hot tub wrestling for starting all this. There was a little part of him that hoped there would be a distress call or a galra attack, anything to postpone him having to deal with his… ah… feelings.
But when the knock came and Keith heard Lance's voice call from the other side, it broke his trance and he sat up turning his gaze. With a long sigh he picked himself up, trying his best to put on a brave face as he made his way to the door. They opened with a hiss.
For a beat, he stared at Lance’s smirking expression.]
Come in. You brought the stuff?
[Keith glanced down at Lance’s hands expecting some sort of anti-bacterial cream to ‘take responsibility’ for the cut to his head. Also to mask the true intent of his visit.]
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Oh quiznak, he came out to Lance!
The cut that ran along his temple to his scalp throbbed. Silently he cursed the stupid hot tub wrestling for starting all this. There was a little part of him that hoped there would be a distress call or a galra attack, anything to postpone him having to deal with his… ah… feelings.
But when the knock came and Keith heard Lance's voice call from the other side, it broke his trance and he sat up turning his gaze. With a long sigh he picked himself up, trying his best to put on a brave face as he made his way to the door. They opened with a hiss.
For a beat, he stared at Lance’s smirking expression.]
Come in. You brought the stuff?
[Keith glanced down at Lance’s hands expecting some sort of anti-bacterial cream to ‘take responsibility’ for the cut to his head. Also to mask the true intent of his visit.]