RIGHT FOOT | klance (keith x lance)

11. Before you leave

Lance could barely focus on his tasks the entire week. He was so lucky to have met Keith and he had to make sure he would make things right, he had to make sure he wouldn't screw everything up again. He'd done it before, he'd hurt people before. And he'd hurt Keith before. The days he had spent without talking properly to Keith had been the worst days he'd had ever since Keith had gotten into his life. He was lucky and he couldn't fuck it up.

He was lucky Pidge knew about it too because there was no way Lance would've managed to survive without talking about that with someone. And as much as he loved Rolo and Nyma, those two had met Lance in another moment of his life. Pidge knew Lance. They knew Lance enough to realise Lance was anxious without him having to say a word; they knew Lance enough to know when Lance needed a hug or a punch on the jaw. Lance was lucky.

Not being able to tell Hunk and Allura about Keith was hard and Lance felt awful for it, but Keith didn't want anyone to know and Lance didn't want to risk doing something that could push Keith away from him. So he would wait. Even if it hurt him a bit; he would wait until Keith was ready.

Sometimes it was hard to understand Keith. Sometimes he was too mysterious and closed on his own world and Lance didn't want to intrude, he didn't want to pressure Keith into talking. So he would try his best not to overstep Keith's boundaries again. It was hard since he couldn't be completely sure that Keith felt the same as he did, but... It seemed like Keith did, right? He wouldn't be keeping them a secret otherwise, right? Or maybe he would. Maybe he was keeping them a secret exactly because he had no intentions of actually havivg something with Lance and he knew that the repercussions of him just playing Lance would be ugly.

But Lance could pretend he hadn't let himself get involved too. He could do that for Keith. He could do almost anything for Keith. He would. No one needed to know. Pidge would because Pidge already did, but Lance could try convincing them that it was fine, that he was fine. He had to stop thinking about that, though, because Allura was staring at him in a weird way.

Lance got back from his thoughts and smiled at Allura, who was frowning slightly. He tried paying attention to whatever Hunk was saying about the song he was composing, but Lance had missed the entire first half of the conversation, so he had no idea what Hunk was talking about.

"You know that if you're not feeling well you can just tell us, right?" Lance heard Allura's voice very near him. He looked up at her and smiled.

"I'm fine. I was just thinking about something, sorry." Lance chuckled. "I'm here now. Sorry." Hunk sighed and Lance turned to face him.

"You okay, bro? Wanna take a break?" Hunk asked and Lance frowned for a second. "I'm a bit tired too, so it would be cool. Maybe we could get something to eat." Hunk looked at Matt, who was already hyped with the idea. Hunk chucked. "Okay, then. I'll continue after the break and maybe Lance can show us the new song he's been working on."

"Yeah, sure, that'd be cool." Lance smiled. Allura sat next to him and he rested his head on her shoulder. "I'm fine, Lura."

"I really don't like it when you lie to me." Allura said, in a scolding tone. "Has he tried to contact you?" She asked. "Lotor."

"Oh." Lance chuckled. "No, not again. Not after the tour he didn't. I think Shiro made things very clear to him." Lance chuckled again. "Why do you ask?"

"You had that look on your face." Allura took one of her hands to Lance's hair. "Have you considered meeting with that therapist we talked about." Lance shook his head. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"I know. I'm fine, Lura, seriously. I was just overthinking. You know how my brain works." Lance shrugged and Allura hummed. "I'm honestly fine."

"How was your date?" Allura asked and Lance sat straight up, muscles tensing. "That's what you asked my help with, right? For the outfit. A date."