Lance woke in the morning, confused. He didn't have his headphones on like he usually did. Then he remembered Keith was injured and nearly leapt out of the bed. What held him back was the fact that Keith was lying next to him. "What happened last night?" he thought to himself. Then it came back in a gaze. Keith woke up. He was okay. Lance nearly wept with joy. He was able to protect him.
And now he was here.
Why was he here?
Lance brought his hand up to rub his eyes. But, then he noticed that Keith was holding onto his hand. The weird thing was Keith didn't have his gloves on. He'd never seen Keith without his gloves on. It was new to him, how soft his hands actually were. He found that he enjoyed holding his hand.
He laid back down. And stared at Keith's sleeping face. "He's so cute," Lance thought. "Woah, where'd that come from. I'm not gay. I don't like Keith."
"Or do I?" he said, noticing how Keith looked so adorable when he slept. His face was smooth without the frown that was usually present there. But his posture was scrunched up. Guarded. He looked tense. Lance put his hand on his back and rubbed small, soft circles into his back. This motion usually calmed him down. And slowly, Keith relaxed. Barely. He rolled over and pressed closer to Lance.
As Lance looked down at him fondly, it hadn't even occurred to Lance that he'd felt so strongly about the red paladin. Or that Keith felt the same. "I bet it's just an act," he thought suddenly "I bet he just saw me sad and thought he could use it against me." He started getting mad. All he'd ever known was how he needed someone to talk to. Just someone to listen. Then his eyes settled on the note Keith had left.
I'm here if you want to talkā¦
