[Keith definitely got the sense that this whole thing was making Lance really uncomfortable. While he didn't really get why that was, he still felt guilty for putting so much on him when he didn't seem to want to be in this position. He let guide his arm up and over his shoulders, and, despite best efforts, ended up having to cling a little with his other arm across the front in order to finally get upright. Shaky and weak at best, he was pretty sure that he would take that faceplant after all if he let go.
He dropped his gaze down and to the side, away from Lance.]
Sorry...
[His voice was low as he apologized, feeling like he was just being a problem and this would have been so much better if they could have gone their separate ways as soon as Lance had cut him out of the egg in the first place.
But now, this close, and in such physical contact, Lance would definite feel like Keith was colder to the touch than he should be thanks to his new blood type...]
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He dropped his gaze down and to the side, away from Lance.]
Sorry...
[His voice was low as he apologized, feeling like he was just being a problem and this would have been so much better if they could have gone their separate ways as soon as Lance had cut him out of the egg in the first place.
But now, this close, and in such physical contact, Lance would definite feel like Keith was colder to the touch than he should be thanks to his new blood type...]