[Lance cringes and covers his eyes with a shaking hand. Right, this is a lot for Keith and he's not being a good- teammate. Why is this so hard? Wy does grief have to consume all senses, he feels like he's been staving off grief and loss for so long.
And if he's being honest, if he wasn't an empath, he'd have probably bitten Keith's head off right back just now. But as it stands, he feels how scared Keith is and the part of him that cares deeply for him won't allow him to snarl back when faced with that. It hurts so much, but he places a hand on the back of Keith's shoulder to offer some kind of physical anchor but he still can't get himself to look up at his face.]
I said you're gonna be fine. [He lets out a shuddered breath and runs a hand through his hair. Trying to force his voice to soften, but it just sort of sounds tenuous.] Your strength and all that will come back, probably in the next hour or something.
[Then he stiffly pulls off his coat and not without some winces of pain here and there. He drapes it around Keith's shoulders to add to his covering, since it's longer than the robe, a wordless apology of sorts. Then he has to take a moment to focus further on pushing everything into a mental box. It looks like he's gonna just have to keep a lid on it. Try to anyway. He sounds half dissociated when he speaks next, half pained.]
We're in another universe. We were all sort of reborn here somehow with some powerful magic from some super powerful beings. Remember Bob? They're kinda like that.
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And if he's being honest, if he wasn't an empath, he'd have probably bitten Keith's head off right back just now. But as it stands, he feels how scared Keith is and the part of him that cares deeply for him won't allow him to snarl back when faced with that. It hurts so much, but he places a hand on the back of Keith's shoulder to offer some kind of physical anchor but he still can't get himself to look up at his face.]
I said you're gonna be fine. [He lets out a shuddered breath and runs a hand through his hair. Trying to force his voice to soften, but it just sort of sounds tenuous.] Your strength and all that will come back, probably in the next hour or something.
[Then he stiffly pulls off his coat and not without some winces of pain here and there. He drapes it around Keith's shoulders to add to his covering, since it's longer than the robe, a wordless apology of sorts. Then he has to take a moment to focus further on pushing everything into a mental box. It looks like he's gonna just have to keep a lid on it. Try to anyway. He sounds half dissociated when he speaks next, half pained.]
We're in another universe. We were all sort of reborn here somehow with some powerful magic from some super powerful beings. Remember Bob? They're kinda like that.