[The moment is a release of tension, even if he's trying hard to hold back letting just how unhinged he is show. Okay, maybe he's not as unhinged as he thinks if he can reign it in, but it is hard. And when Keith joins in and shoves him a bit, he forgets for a blissful moment that the two years they had exist… only in his memory now.
It's true that Keith is kind of a mess, and it's part of what caught his attention about him, both good and bad. He's always admired his passion even if his hot head made him want to shake him. He actually manages a soft smile, his guard falling almost completely as that fond, dumb look he'd get when looking at Keith after he started slowly realizing his feelings for him settles on his features.
And then it shatters the moment his mind pulls him back to reality. The moment Keith moves to sit forward and the topic shifts, it's like a wrecking ball into his brain. And as Keith looks at his hands, Lance's breath is sharp for a moment as he hugs his arms, posture curling inward. A rash of a blue-gold glow starts under his skin at his neck and travels up to his cheeks. Then it stops as he closes his eyes and desperately focuses on trying to shut it down. Disconnect.
The glow subsides just enough to go back under his clothes at least and hopefully Keith was still looking at his hands. He swallows and his voice comes out unsteady.] Dunno. M-maybe.
[He stands up, mentally scrambling for something to hold onto, his eyes frantically spot a soup stand.] I-I'll be right back. With- with soup.
[And he doesn't wait for a response before he's going up the stairs, shoulders hunched. Get it together, Lance. Get it together (he's a mess (too much to-)).]
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It's true that Keith is kind of a mess, and it's part of what caught his attention about him, both good and bad. He's always admired his passion even if his hot head made him want to shake him. He actually manages a soft smile, his guard falling almost completely as that fond, dumb look he'd get when looking at Keith after he started slowly realizing his feelings for him settles on his features.
And then it shatters the moment his mind pulls him back to reality. The moment Keith moves to sit forward and the topic shifts, it's like a wrecking ball into his brain. And as Keith looks at his hands, Lance's breath is sharp for a moment as he hugs his arms, posture curling inward. A rash of a blue-gold glow starts under his skin at his neck and travels up to his cheeks. Then it stops as he closes his eyes and desperately focuses on trying to shut it down. Disconnect.
The glow subsides just enough to go back under his clothes at least and hopefully Keith was still looking at his hands. He swallows and his voice comes out unsteady.] Dunno. M-maybe.
[He stands up, mentally scrambling for something to hold onto, his eyes frantically spot a soup stand.] I-I'll be right back. With- with soup.
[And he doesn't wait for a response before he's going up the stairs, shoulders hunched. Get it together, Lance. Get it together (he's a mess (too much to-)).]