"Hey," Keith greeted softly. He slid down the wall and sat next to Lance on the floor.
Lance had his head in his hands and his knees pulled up to his chest.
Keith bumped Lance's shoulder with his own.
"I messed up," Lance muttered into his arm. "Bad."
"We all mess up."
Lance shook his head.
Keith frowned. "Hey," he said again. "Look at me. Lance, look at me."
Lance barely raised his head.
"We all mess up."
"I'm the biggest mess up."
"No you're not."
Lance looked down again. "I don't know why you even like me."
"I don't like you," Keith answered. "I love you."
Lance let out something that fell between a moan and a sigh. "You know what I mean."
Keith kissed Lance's shoulder to get his attention. His nose nuzzled the cloth of Lance's shirt. "Because you're fearless. You're one hell of a sharpshooter. And you're the best boyfriend ever." He pressed another kiss to Lance's shoulder. "I can keep going."
"Hmmmm." Lance's head started to tip against Keith's.
Keith took that as a yes. "You're amazing, Lance. And you don't even know it. You always doubt yourself. But you're worth so much more than you think."
