[ Lance turns away from the sun, words caught in his throat when Keith's voice reaches him. That, and the bruises, now starkly revealed. ]
Holy crow Keith, whose butt do I need to kick?! What happened?
[ He can tell Keith's hesitant, which is the only thing keeping him from flying off the handle. Not cool. Not cool! He pulls Lion out of the way to let himself sit on the edge of Keith's futon, critically examining the marks. He can't heal them, but he can soothe the ache, maybe. The lines at his throat light up. ]
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Holy crow Keith, whose butt do I need to kick?! What happened?
[ He can tell Keith's hesitant, which is the only thing keeping him from flying off the handle. Not cool. Not cool! He pulls Lion out of the way to let himself sit on the edge of Keith's futon, critically examining the marks. He can't heal them, but he can soothe the ache, maybe. The lines at his throat light up. ]
Hey, bud. Talk to me?