Lance stared at the door for a long moment after Keith had already left; the door closing automatically in his furious wake.
"Oh," Lance says, if only to himself.
Soon, he gets up. Slowly moves to his closet and changes.
He glances to check the time, and it reads 3:45 Pm. Lance is to arrive at the training deck in five minutes.
He wonders of it might take more, if only to himself.
3:46. Lance takes off his pants and puts on a clean pair of underwear. He puts on baggy harem-style sweatpants that cling to his ankles and his outer thighs.
3:47. Lance takes off his shirt and stares into the mirror. He can't focus.
3:48. Lance has never not worn his binder around everyone. But he is weakened, and there is no doubt he'll injure his ribs and chest if he wears it excersizing. He swallows his pride and pulls the black fabric over his head.
3:49 The training-bra isn't too bad. It supports his chest and it's comfortable, really, its just that..
3:50 Lance keeps the training-bra on. He pulls on an old plain tank-top with a faded label on it.
3:51 Lance leaves his room. He is nervous, his shoulders tense as he wishes he could crumble in on himself, and wish the whole thing away. He feels tired and his ribs ache. The bra isn't pushing down his chest like the binder did, and he's nervous.
3:51 Pidge smiles at him like always. Hunk has known, and he looks like his old worrying self. It cheers him up, but he waves bye and walks to the training deck nevertheless.
3:52 Shiro and Keith are in the training deck. He can see Shiro falter as he does a once-twice look in Lance's direction. He figits under his gaze and Shiro seems to notice, and breaks off with his a dadly smile, and walked over to him with Keith at his side.
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"Lance," Shiro says, voice even and steady as ever as he raises an eyebrow, "Are you sure you're strong enough to train right now? You got out of the pod only yesterday."
Lance shifts back and fourth on his feet, and glances at Keith, who's behind Shiro to his side.
Keith's eyes are narrowed, directed at him alone. His lips are pressed into a thin line, and its clear that he want's him to train.
"Uh-" his gaze flickers back to Shiro, "I can train, no problem!" He spoke, imitating the moments when he had been prideful and boasting as best he could, jabbing a thumb to point at himself and giving his signature smile.
"Well, alright. Tell me if you need a break." Shiro gives a sympathetic smile and a pat on the shounder before walking away, leaving him with Keith.
"Well-"
"Just shut up. Lets train."
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Only The Sea >>KLANCE/LANGST
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