Accidental Intentions

8 • Confrontation

Lance sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at Keith's shirt bunched up in his hand.

He had been sent to his room. Shiro was currently "dealing with" Keith in the training room. Apparently the Black Paladin thought that if he wore Keith out, he would be less likely to have the energy to kill him. Though, Lance thought Shiro had bitten off more than he could chew. Lance knew it was his fault, that he pushed Keith too far. But damn was it too fun.

Keith had refused to take his shirt back, claiming that it smelled like Lance. But as Lance brought it to his face, all he could smell was Keith. Leather and pine.

He had, of course, refused ownership of the pink shirt. As much as it was a part of him, he wished it had just stayed in the closet next to his purple one. Though he wore the blue shirt so much it was beginning to wear out. Perhaps he should get a new one.

Next time we stop over at a mall, he thought sarcastically. Still he would gladly go naked before he would be seen wearing either pink or purple.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. Pulling on his blue shirt (still wearing Keith's sweat pants) he cautiously opened the door.

"Oh, it's just you."

"Hello to you too," returned Pidge.

"I didn't mean it like that," Lance assured.

"Sure you did," She smirked.

"Huh?"

Pidge held up her hand. In it she clutched his pink shirt. "Here."

"That's not—"

"I know it's yours," Pidge cut him off. "You got a purple one too, right? You should wear it sometime." She offered him a kind smile.
Speechless, Lance accepted the shirt, but not before checking up and down the hall to make sure no one was watching.

"Come in," he beckoned.

Pidge stepped over a what looked to be a smashed alarm clock. Lance could see her restrain herself from fixing it."Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But you should be more honest with yourself."

"How did you find out?" he interrogated her.

Pidge rolled her eyes at him. "I've known forever, Lance."

"But how did you find out?" Lance repeated.

Pidge adjusted her glasses. "A lot of little things just added up. Don't worry, my intuition is better than most. No one else has a clue."

Lance slouched against the wall. "Except now Keith, maybe."

"Well, that your own fault for locking him in here. Besides, he's so fired up seeing red he probably my doesn't even realize what it means. And if he does calm down enough to figure it out, is that really such a bad thing?" she questioned.

"Yes! Of course it is! He's the one I want to keep it a secret from the most!"

"But why?"

"I wouldn't expect you to understand," Lance spat out, frustrated.

Pidge shrugged. "That's fair. I'm ace, so I guess I can't ever truly understand why you guys make things so complicated."

"Ace?"

"Asexual," the Green Paladin clarified.

Damn he should have paid more attention in Bio.
"What is that?"

"Think of it...like the opposite of you."

"Wait, like, you don't like guys or girls?" Lance asked flabbergasted.

"Yeah, that's kinda what it means. Very basically. It's a spectrum."

"But why not? What's wron—" he cut himself off before finishing.

However she smiled and took his hand, "Nothing. Just like how there is nothing wrong with you."

Lance stared down at her. Her earnest green eyes met his steadily.

Suddenly, he swooped her up in a bear hug, leaving her feet dangling. She patted his back reassuringly. "Its okay, bud."

"Lance?"

"Lance you okay?"

"Are you crying?"

"No!" cried Lance.