[Keith wanted to pull the coat tighter as he sat there, but it just felt too warm to do so. He wasn't even sure this was just not being affected by the cold. He was downright hot.
His thoughts about that were pulled back to the present as Lance finally returned with two soups. He looked up and then took the offered bowl carefully.]
Thanks.
[His voice was quiet, debating if he wanted to push Lance on why he was acting so cagey. Was it just this place in general or was it specifically him? Honestly, Keith was a little nervous of the answer, his issues with people not wanting him around still creeping around the edges of his emotions.
So, for now, he focused on the soup, taking a sip.
But damn... it was hot, too... and not helping the fact that he was feeling more like it was the middle of summer out here instead of winter.]
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His thoughts about that were pulled back to the present as Lance finally returned with two soups. He looked up and then took the offered bowl carefully.]
Thanks.
[His voice was quiet, debating if he wanted to push Lance on why he was acting so cagey. Was it just this place in general or was it specifically him? Honestly, Keith was a little nervous of the answer, his issues with people not wanting him around still creeping around the edges of his emotions.
So, for now, he focused on the soup, taking a sip.
But damn... it was hot, too... and not helping the fact that he was feeling more like it was the middle of summer out here instead of winter.]