[His initial read on Lance's emotions had been nonexistent. So enclosed from the world (an act of his own making), he never got good at others. Half the time, his efforts with Rey and Loki go amiss. This entire conversation is proof of that. And now with Lance—he had failed to understand that Lance needed more from him before. And here he is, messing it up again.
Keith's body language is obvious as he hunches forward, looking out at the wall of his tiny room. Both of the cats move to the floor, debating going out to explore for a while. Who can blame them? His arms draw in on him, but he still doesn't cross them, hanging the forearms loosely against his knees.]
I-I just—[The same sentiment he said to Loki and Rey comes out now:] I just wanted to pretend that it never happened. [Keith knows somewhere deep down inside that he should be offering more words than that, to explain himself, but they seem to never make it to his lips.]
[ Pouring water on a fire seems like a good idea, until you do it. ]
Just--shut up, okay? [ Lance all but jumps up on unsteady legs, throat dry and eyes itching. His whole body is burning with--shame. Anger. Shame. ] I need some air.
[ He's out of the room in three ground-eating strides, nearly tearing the rice-paper door off its track. He leaves Keith with the cats, taking nothing into the twilight but his aching chest and spinning thoughts. ]
[At first, his throat feels tight at the image of the exiting Lance, and then he just feels a stirring of frustration and anger. The emotions are familiar, and at a time like this, familiar feels safe. He grits his teeth, grabs his Marmora blade, and pulls on his boots to head outside and hope he can find someone trying to cause trouble. It's ill-advised when he's still wearing the marks of the day before, but he needs to get his frustration out on something.
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Keith's body language is obvious as he hunches forward, looking out at the wall of his tiny room. Both of the cats move to the floor, debating going out to explore for a while. Who can blame them? His arms draw in on him, but he still doesn't cross them, hanging the forearms loosely against his knees.]
I-I just—[The same sentiment he said to Loki and Rey comes out now:] I just wanted to pretend that it never happened. [Keith knows somewhere deep down inside that he should be offering more words than that, to explain himself, but they seem to never make it to his lips.]
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Just--shut up, okay? [ Lance all but jumps up on unsteady legs, throat dry and eyes itching. His whole body is burning with--shame. Anger. Shame. ] I need some air.
[ He's out of the room in three ground-eating strides, nearly tearing the rice-paper door off its track. He leaves Keith with the cats, taking nothing into the twilight but his aching chest and spinning thoughts. ]
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