You have a funny way of showing that you want to cuddle ... [Just the same, he sidles closer, and awkwardly rests his arm over Lance's. It's clear that Spooning is not a part of Keith's physical vocabulary just yet.]
[ which he does, thankfully. that at least shuts lance up, mostly because now he's just sort of. staring at keith. he knows keith knows what a hug is... he's seen the guy do it. ]
Hugs are supposed to be face to face. [Normally. Though he knows people don't always hug face to face, but—look, he wants to keep this simple. Not even in a naive, overly ignorant way. But simple in the way that he's verging on overthinking it and defiantly overreacting against that suggestion.
Because.
He's Keith.]
No, this is good. Just—[Stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking. His arm drifts around Lance and he pulls him closer, which leads to a twitching of uncertainty in his stomach.
It's definitely a hug, at least, and they're in bed, so it's cuddling.]
[ for as much trouble as they get into when they don't think things through, they sure do get into a decent amount of it when they overdo it instead. maybe that just means there's no winning... or maybe it just means they're both that bad at this.
either way, the moment keith does his keith thing and plunges into it, lance gets the hug he's been somewhat promised... which he then ont realizes is the hug he's been kind of sort of really desperately wanting. it's not perfect, but they're not perfect, so there's something kind of fitting about that. he relaxes into the other's hold, turning his face just so to rest it against the crook of keith's neck. ]
[More often than not, Keith's response would be something more along the lines of "you got it" or "no problem," but those words don't pour out immediately. Instead, it's the feeling of Lance against his neck that makes him close his eyes and bask in the moment. The uncertain twisting in his stomach is still there, but there's something comforting in the closeness of being ... here.
Just being here.
That's all.
He sighs, fingers curling into the back of Lance's shirt, and finally says,] You're welcome.
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[ actually, probably even then.
...what. are you really surprised? ]
But I'd rather have that cuddle-hug we talked about more.
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[ which he does, thankfully. that at least shuts lance up, mostly because now he's just sort of. staring at keith. he knows keith knows what a hug is... he's seen the guy do it. ]
...Would it be easier if I turned around?
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Because.
He's Keith.]
No, this is good. Just—[Stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking. His arm drifts around Lance and he pulls him closer, which leads to a twitching of uncertainty in his stomach.
It's definitely a hug, at least, and they're in bed, so it's cuddling.]
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either way, the moment keith does his keith thing and plunges into it, lance gets the hug he's been somewhat promised... which he then ont realizes is the hug he's been kind of sort of really desperately wanting. it's not perfect, but they're not perfect, so there's something kind of fitting about that. he relaxes into the other's hold, turning his face just so to rest it against the crook of keith's neck. ]
Thanks, Keith.
[ he definitely needed this. ]
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Just being here.
That's all.
He sighs, fingers curling into the back of Lance's shirt, and finally says,] You're welcome.