[Keith glared at Lance for calling him an idiot. What was he supposed to think? This is how things were between them, right? What was he missing? He huffed a sigh as Lance pushed it off again, and looked away, his pouty scowl glaring daggers at the icy beach sand off in the opposite direction. Christ, he hated it when he couldn't understand something. He was, he could tell, and it was bothering him like crazy because Lance was being cagey instead of direct. Keith had problems understanding cagey... or hints... or wink wink nudge nudge... or things like that, really. He always managed to latch on to the wrong thing. It was something he hated about himself.
But... experience? Keith almost didn't hear it because he was too busy wallowing in his own faults for a second, but the idea of forgetting things was definitely an issue at play here, and his mind forced him back to the conversation to make sure he caught that. His scowl shifted from frustrated to confused, but he didn't turn to look back again.]
So, like... there's a chance that those two years could suddenly just pop back or something?
[Or was he getting that wrong, too? He put his head in his hand, rubbing his forehead a bit before pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to focus.]
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But... experience? Keith almost didn't hear it because he was too busy wallowing in his own faults for a second, but the idea of forgetting things was definitely an issue at play here, and his mind forced him back to the conversation to make sure he caught that. His scowl shifted from frustrated to confused, but he didn't turn to look back again.]
So, like... there's a chance that those two years could suddenly just pop back or something?
[Or was he getting that wrong, too? He put his head in his hand, rubbing his forehead a bit before pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to focus.]