Somehow, Keith was coherent enough to know he was in a car. Being in the vehicle, however, didn't settle well with his stomach. So they had to pull off to the side of the road and let the poor raven puke his guts out. He didn't remember eating much so it was mostly bile and drinks from the club. He was dizzy and the bright lights from the cars were beginning to hurt his head. God he hated drinking.

Someone was trying to talk with him but he didn't want to oblige. Couldn't they see he felt like shit? Clearly they didn't care because they kept saying his name. Finally he ground out a bitter, "What?" He opened his eyes, squinting before his gaze settled on concerned oceans. They were bright but he was drawn to them unlike the lights outside.

"Keith, please, I need your address. I need to get you home and you don't have it on your phone."

He frowned at that. Of course it wasn't in his phone, he wasn't stupid. He didn't want people to know where he lived. His head was getting less dizzy but it was beginning to pound. He shook it and rattled off his address, only taking a few times to get the numbers in the right order. He squinted a little, recognizing his driver and he sighed. Of course Lance had to be the one to find him like this. It couldn't have been anyone else.

Once they were both back inside and Keith was sure he wasn't going to lose any more of what remained in his stomach, the car started. The raven turned away from him, pressing his head to the window, relishing in the cool glass against his heated forehead. He heard the telltale sign of typing and huffed. So he still kept the keyboard sounds on even now.

The car ride was relatively peaceful. The brunette was nice enough to keep the radio off and avoided brightly lit areas as much as he could. Keith tried not to let his thoughts wander because they started to settle on the other person and he didn't want to think about how soft Lance's skin looked or how he hadn't shaved and had the startings of a five o'clock shadow. He didn't want to think about how it was the brunette taking him home and how he had honestly missed him.

He missed him so much it hurt. He didn't want to think about how he would open social media and look on the male's account, see all the posts and pictures he sent, his recent adventures. He didn't want to think about all the sleep he missed, all the restless, emotional, numb nights where he wanted to have something to ease the pain. Keith really didn't want to think about how he was the one who left, who broke it off all because-

"We're here."

Lance's soft voice broke him out of his thoughts and he wanted to be grateful for it. However, it's a whole new wave of pain having him right there than seeing him from a distance. Keith opened the door and stood up, albeit wobbly. Lance was out of the car and by his side in a moment, hands too warm, too familiar and all too tempting. "Go away," he growled, though it sounded pathetic even in his ears. He needed to sleep this off. Lance shook his head.

"I'll leave when I make sure you're in your apartment and no one can take advantage of you."

Keith tried not to snort. Bitterness welled up in him and he kept quiet as Lance guided him to the elevator. Keith stared at the buttons for too long before finally hitting what he hoped was the right floor. He vaguely remembered getting off and telling Lance his room number but he doesn't remember how he ended up on the couch. Or why Lance was still here when clearly Keith was fine and he was home. His phone buzzed and he went to pick it up when it was snatched from him, Lance staring at the screen.

The call was silenced and Lance moved it too far away for him to reach it now, dragging an annoyed huff from the raven. "Give it back." He got no reply and it made him groan. He threw one of the couch pillows at his ex watching it fall only a few feet away and no where near the Latino. Lance only ignored it, walking away from the couch the raven resided on. Keith watched, seeing the male start to move around, familiarize himself. He opened one of the cupboards, a soft snort leaving him. Keith tried not to think about how cute it was.

"You still put your mugs by the fridge and not the coffeemaker."

"No shit, mugs are cups, they go with cups."

Keith noted while it was easier now to form sentences and cohesive thoughts, it made his head beat in time with his heartbeat and he didn't want to feel that inside his skull. However it was hard not to think about the man before him. He wanted to hate him. To throw him out. Instead he felt his eyes soften, his chest hurt a little less as he watched the male move. He wanted him close, he wanted those warm arms around him. He wanted to feel those lips against his, against his skin, his stupidly affectionate hugs whenever he felt they were needed, which was always. Violet orbs were trained on the Latino, drooping as exhaustion began creeping up on him. He yawned.

Lance finally came over and plopped down in the only chair in the living area, his gaze fixed on the raven. Keith huffed, grumbling softly. It was silent for a moment and Keith allowed his eyes to slip close, only for a moment. He relaxed into the couch, the familiar presence soothing him until it spoke.

"I'm gonna head out."

Keith's eyes flew open and he saw the brunet stand. His body moved before his mind could catch up, calloused fingers grasping into the soft flesh of the male's wrist. Lance stopped, a mild look of surprise on his face. Keith gazed up at him. He didn't speak and they stayed like that for one, two heartbeats and then Keith was squeezing his hand until he sat back down. The raven sighed, the silence echoing across the area.

"I miss you."

Lance's eyes widened and Keith snuggled into the couch cushion, avoiding his gaze. He heard the man stutter, stumbling over words but it was too much work to try and put them together right now. Darkness was trying to pull him in but he was fighting it as Lance finally put together what he wanted to say.

"You, ugh, no this is not how it goes. You ended it. I never meant to hurt you or push you away but I still liked you and you cut the ties. Not me. You left, Keith. You don't know how much that hurt, how much it still hurts. I went out looking for you and I couldn't find you anywhere."

Keith was silent for a moment. "Do you remember the night before?"

An annoyed sigh. "No, I don't. Not all of it. I remember I was drinking."

Keith snorted. "I know. I remember it perfectly. I left before you, we got into a fight. I was done with your drinking, especially since you weren't going to continue." He yawned. "You weren't home the next morning. Shiro called." Keith closed his eyes, swallowing harshly. This part was hard. "You were wasted and he was drunk. He had his friend bring you and him back to his place and I'm sure you know what happened. So he told me about it. I was pissed. I left."

He could feel that cool blue gaze on him and he avoided it. He couldn't look at his ex right now. "I stormed out of our room. I headed for class, alone, and ran into Iverson. I wasn't thinking straight and his nasty comments weren't settling well. He kept pushing and pushing and I couldn't stand it. So I punched him."

"And you were expelled for it."

"And I was expelled. I walked around town, no point in trying to go to class. I was purposely avoiding all our spots until dark. It was easy with-" he paused. "With Red. She got me where I wanted to be. I came back that night." He heard Lance shifting around in his seat and he wasn't sure when he let go of him. He knew that his hand was cold and he had lost his gloves at some point as well. Keith didn't pause to contemplate this but finished speaking. "I got my things and I left."

"I know. I woke up as you were leaving. I heard Red's engine leaving when I ran into the parking lot." He heard the brunette say softly. It was hard to stay awake now. He was exhausted, emotionally and mentally. The couch was warm and his head was pounding. Keith sighed softly. "I still love you." He hadn't meant to say it. He didn't mean to let it slip even as he drifted in to the welcome darkness of sleep.