Keith was up earlier than ever today, he had to get to the coffee shop as soon as they opened to see Lance. Keith rushed out the door and down the elevator. Once on ground level he jogged over to the small shop on the corner. He saw Pidge through the window flipping the sign to OPEN. Right on time! Keith walked in and the Hunk hollered a greeting.

"You're here early!" He said still brewing the coffee of the morning. Keith looked around and Pidge seemed to notice.

"Lance called in today" She said wiping down the small tables. "He said Shiro was better and that he just wanted to spend the day with him while he's in a good mood." Keith felt uneasy but if that's what Lance said he wouldn't lie to them. He was so worried after the call last night. Keith ordered his usually and said goodbye and headed back to his hotel. He didn't have work today so maybe he could do some exploring. He wished he could call Lance but with Lance wanting to hang out with his boyfriend and all he left it be.

Lance had woken early to start on breakfast. No one wanted to see Shiro hungover so he worked quickly on his homemade cure. He could barely walk without something hurting and he just wanted to curl up and die. He kept going though, he would regret it later f he didn't. What happened last night was okay. Lance deserved what he got for kissing Keith, he knew he shouldn't have. The way Shiro had talked to him, saying how lucky he was. That's the old Shiro and he missed how close they were. Once his food and drink were ready Lance carried them up the stairs. He knocked softly on the bedroom door and came in hearing a grunt from the man.

"I have breakfast" Lane said keeping his voice soft so it wouldn't upset his headache. Shiro sat up in bed and took the bowl from him. Lance sat his mug on the nightstand and went to leave.

"Stop. Stay." Shiro said between bites. Lance took a seat at the edge o the bed wincing slightly. Sitting hurt too. Shiro ate in silence before setting his empty bowl down and grabbing the mug of hot liquid. "What is this?" He asked wrinkling his nose at the smell.

"It'll help your hangover." Lance said shifting nervously at his tone. Shiro scoffed and took a sp immediately gagging.

"Fuck this. Get this out of here." He growled handing the mug over. Lance put his arms up shaking his head.

"No, it'll help you should drink it" He said gently pushing the cup back towards him. Shiro took a deep breath trying to keep his calm.

"Lance. Why can't you ever listen anymore. I don't want this. Take it away. Now" He said holding it out again. Lance took it not needing another second to go by under his violet gaze.

"Yes sir." he said quickly leaving the room shutting the door. He had a strong urge to lock it, locking him in like he had done to him so many times. Shiro would literally kill him though so he left it alone fearing for his life. Lance made his way downstairs and sat the mug on the counter. He flopped on the couch and looked over seeing Shiro's jacket from last night. He wondered if his phone was still in the pockets. He wiggled over and reached into the pockets a smiled feeling his phone. He sat down again and turned it on seeing many voicemails and missed calls. It felt great knowing how many people cared and were worried. He dialed Keith and held the phone to his ear hoping he would answer.

"Lance? Thank god! Are you okay?" Keith answered on the second ring his voice thick with worry. Lance felt instantly better hearing his voice.

"Yeah..I'm fine." Lance said keeping his voice light. Everything in him wanted to run away and see Keith. He just felt so much better around him. Lance kept looking around worried Shiro catch him on the phone again.

"Can you meet?" Lance asked before he knew what he said. Apparently his mind wanted out of this house.

"Yeah, of course. Where are you? I'll come get you." He said already out the door. Lance was nervous disclosing his location so he gave him a cross street to meet him on. He threw on a large jacket trying to cover his fresh wounds. He hoped his walk wouldn't give him away. He snuck out the front door praying Shiro was in his usual hangover coma. Lance made his way down to their meeting spot and stood on the corner waiting. He saw a black car pull up and the window rolled down revealing Keith inside.

"Hop in" He said unlocking the doors letting him get in. Lance carefully placed his seat belt on not to rub on the welts on his chest. Keith glanced over seeing it.

"Everything okay?" Keith asked as they made their way down the street. Lance smiled and nodded.

"Yep!" He reassured looking out the window. Keith didn't pry anymore as they drove in silence. He decided he would take Lance to park. They had ice cream and pretty scenery. The best way to make someone feel better. Keith parked and Lance looked around his heart sinking a bit realizing their day would consist of lots of movement. This sucked. Keith came around opening the door for his handsome passenger.

"Thank you." He said getting out ignoring the shooting pains.

"In the mood for some ice cream?" Keith asked leading the other boy down the shady sidewalk through the park.

Lance couldn't remember the last time he had ice cream.. "I'm always in the mood for ice cream" They finally made it to the ice cream cart and Lance spotted a restroom nearby.

"Hey, mid if you save my spot? I'm going to hit the bathroom" Keith nodded and watched him go. Lance was nearly in tears he hurt so bad as he made his way to the bathroom. He breath hurt let alone walking so much. Why did he do this? It was obvious Lance was in pain the moment he started walking away so Keith followed him sick to his stomach assuming he worst. Keith came in and froze at the entrance seeing Lance looking in the mirror, his shirt pulled up high enough showing every mark Shiro left on him last night.

"Lance.." He said and Lance spun around wide eyed letting his shirt fall.

"Keith.."