I'm glad you didn't die, idiot

Maybe it's because I care about you

You can do this, he thinks resting his hand on Keith's door. It's not going to be like last time. You're going to get him to talk to you and you are going to solve this, because if Keith can be stubborn, so can you.

Breathing deeply, Lance squeezes his eyes shut and knocks.

"Who is it?" The voice is harsh and bitter, and Lance wonders if this is really a good idea.

"Uh… Lance."

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you right now."

Leaning forward, Lance rests his forehead against the door. "Well when do you want to talk?” Because I'm not going to let you ignore this until everything blows up and becomes even worse."

"Lance I-"

"No, I can be stubborn too. Okay? So if you won't talk to me I won't leave.” Turning, Lance rests his back against Keith’s door. “I'll stay here leaning on your stupid door until you let me in."

Keith huffs, crossing his arms despite knowing Lance can’t see him. "Lance you're being ridiculous."

"Maybe I am but, so are you, so I'm not leaving." Lance tilts his chin up the way a prince might to prove their seniority.

"Lance, how long are you planning on doing this?” Keith sounds tired and Lance thinks there’s a hint of fond concern in his voice, but he can’t be certain. “You can't stay out there forever."

"However long it takes. Besides it's not like you can stay in there forever."

Turning, to face the wall Keith rests the back of his head against his door. "Lance I don't want to talk to you about this. Not right now."

"That's bullshit.” Turning, Lance let’s his arms rest heavy against his sides. “I know you. Okay?" Raising his hand, he smacks it against the door, but there's no real force behind the motion. "You never want to talk, you'll just let this drag on until one of us inevitably dies." He waves his hands around, despite knowing Keith can’t see them.

Palm flat, Keith hits the door. "Lance, give up I'm not talking to you."

"You're talking to me right now."

Sighing, Keith whispers to himself. "I'm going to regret this aren't I."

There's shuffling on the other side, before the door is swung open. Lance begins to fall arms windmilling around him, barely stopping himself from smacking Keith in the chest.

Keith is leaning, shoulder against the doorframe arms crossed. He raises one eyebrow at Lance unimpressed.

Sighing slow and powerful as if gearing up for some terrifying experience, Keith uncrosses his arms and pushes himself away from the doorframe. "Come on let's get this over with."

Turning, Keith walks over to his bed, sitting halfway off the edge, shoulders tight, back straight.

Lance doesn’t move, continuing to stare at where Keith once was.

Leaning forward, Keith sharpens his gaze. "Come on, before I change my mind and throw you back out."

Shuffling his feet Lance sits by Keith, bouncing on his mattress, shifting from side to side, before he stills.

“Comfy?”

Lance glares at Keith, who sighs exasperatedly. "What are you so desperate to talk about?"

"Don't act like you don't know."

Keith rubs his thumb into his palm, repetitively. "I already told you I'm not mad at you. You didn't do anything you have to apologize for."