[Hollow or not, the laughter spreads. It's a release of pent up energy, at least. Keith couldn't help but do the same.]

Don't... don't laugh. [His complaint definitely lost some of its power, though, in the fact that he was kind of laughing, too. He reached over, giving Lance a weak slap on the back, trying for a small shove.] It's not funny... [Yes... yes, it was... in a way.

Keith was fully aware of just how much of a disaster he was. No matter what others saw in him as far as potential, he'd always be that kid with the 'discipline issues' who couldn't control his temper. And, while it served him pretty well at times during fights, it definitely also got him in a lot of trouble.

He pushed himself back up so he was sitting again.]

Yeah, well... sometimes I don't know want to know what's going on in my own head, so I don't blame you. [Bracing his elbows on his knees, he put his head in his hands for a second before just running them through his hair with a breath. The laugh had actually helped a little.

He sighed, looking at his hands, noting that the newly formed 'scab' on his thumb where he'd cut himself looked icy, and then shook his head.]

Think it's been an hour, yet?