Keith groaned, pulling the soft fabric closer to him as he buried his head into the material below him. He grunted as his alarm cut through his early morning haze, head aching with a hangover. His body felt gross, heavy and sick as he managed to sit up, blinking away the dizziness. He reached his bare hand up to rub his eyes before he stood to shut the annoyance off. He ran his fingers through his hair and stumbled over to a lamp, nearly stubbing his toe on the chair.
Violet orbs shut quickly before squinting open as he turned the light on. Yeah, that didn't feel nice. He grunted and shuffled past the couch before pausing. He furrowed his brow as he stared at the jacket that was hanging off, sleeve on the ground. That wasn't his. He moved to the kitchen and found a few pills with a glass of water. His frown deepened as he gazed at them. The night's events came back to him slowly. Some of it clear, such as Regris fucking spiking his drink. He wasn't about to go out with him again.
Then him getting drunk and Lance picking him up. Dread settled in his stomach. He had taken Keith home, had spoken to him and apparently taken care of him. He sank into one of the stools in the kitchen, groaning. Fuck he hated existence sometimes. He looked to his phone, pulling up to see he had a missed call from Pidge and a few texts from everyone but Regris. Fine, he didn't want to hear from the dick anyways. He shouldn't have trusted him not to try anything, fuckwad.
With a heavy sigh, he dialed up Pidge, hearing his phone ring a few times before it stopped and he heard a voice come through, panic and annoyance heavy in their tone. "Why the hell didn't you answer me, Keith!? Better yet why are you calling me so early!?" Ah, he woke them up then. He glanced at the clock. "Pidge, it's seven." A tired and frustrated groan came through the phone and Keith smiled fondly, even as pain assaulted his head. "That's early, Keith!"
"Anyways, are you ok?"
Keith paused at the words. Did they know? No, of course they didn't. Thinking back, it had been a little bit since they last spoke, and he often tried to answer Pidge the first time they called or as soon as possible afterward. He sighed, mulling over his answer. Was he ok? He wasn't even sure he knew the answer.
"I'll take that as a no. What happened?"
Keith told them everything that occurred. The younger gave their own commentary on the subject, their vocab turning colorful as the raven recounted Regris's betrayal. He smiled as the smaller being promised to help him enact revenge. Then silence as he recounted Lance taking him home. After a few beats Pidge spoke up.
"That was nice of him."
The raven groaned. "That's all you have to say to that?"
"I dunno what to tell you buddy. He's your ex, not mine. You know your feelings better than I do."
Keith grunted in reply. He directed the conversation away from his night and got the younger talking about one of their projects. His stomach growled, distracting him, and he got up, padding over to the fridge. Might as well look for breakfast. The male paused at the sight on his shelf. There, in a large plastic bag, sat the love of his life. He withdrew the package, staring at the glory for a moment.
"Hey Pidge?"
"Yeah?"
"...He made me french toast."
There was a pause and then a sigh. "He still cares, Keith. Eat something. When I call you later, I expect you to answer."
"Yes, Mom."
There was a click and then Keith was left alone with the french toast. Gingerly he sets the bag down and searches out a paper plate from the cupboard. While that's happening, he dials another number, turning it on speaker only to just be annoyed as it rings until it hits voicemail. He hangs up and cheers victoriously as he also finds syrup. He finished three slices before his phone rang. Picking it up he rolls his eyes.
"I thought you'd be awake by now, Mr. morning person."
"Keith," comes the sleep heavy huff of Shiro.
"You awake enough to answer something for me?"
The raven hears shifting and grunts as he waits, debating whether or not to save the other few pieces or indulge in them now.
"Alright I'm up. I have work in an hour, but I can talk for a minute."
"Did you ever explain everything that happened to Lance to him?"
Silence. Keith decided one more piece would be good enough. He was gonna need it. There was a loud sigh, and he knew the other man was thinking about what to say.
"It… was alluded to but I didn't tell Lance all the details. I figured he could piece it together himself."
The sweetness of the syrup seemed too much now. He sat there for a moment. Should he tell Shiro? They used to be close. Brothers once upon a time. Now, friends were what they were on the best days.
"He doesn't know what happened. You should tell him. It's not my place. He's here. I want to talk to him."
That was weird to say. He wanted to talk to his ex. The problem was, Lance needed to know what happened. Because all this time he thought Lance had known. And he hadn't.
"I can't until he knows."
There was silence on the other end for a moment.
"It's not exactly an over the phone conversation Keith."
The raven frowned. "I'm not saying tell him right now. Just… soon? Please. You owe him, and me, that much."
"Alright, Alright. I can't come down tomorrow, but I should be able to the following. Can I-"
"You can stay one night."
They discussed the details a little longer before the elder had to hang up for work. Keith picked up his mess and decided a shower would be good. And brushing his teeth. That was a good plan. So, he got ready for the day, looking over the shrinking scab that covered his arm.
It would probably be better if he stopped picking at it. He covered it up and doubled checked his night shift. It was a longer one at the restaurant and he'd have to head over in a few hours.
He wasted the time checking over his finances and paying bills, doing some homework before heading to Volcano Bay. He went to the back, getting his uniform on only to be stopped by one of the managers. "Hey, Big boss just got here. Day early. Please be careful. He's nice but that doesn't mean he isn't strict."
Keith nodded and stepped outside, only to run into a familiar face. He paled slightly.
"Hunk?"
