(DISCONTINUED) If Only He Knew (VLD Modern AU)

Chapter 5

Pidge was sat next to Keith with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"But still- You- Lance," she looked at Keith as if he was crazy. "How?"
Keith shrugged. "I dunno, my feelings are weird and messed up."
"Well you didn't need to tell me that, I already knew, hun..."
Keith glared at Pidge. "Jokes! Ha....ha ha...." she said sheepishly.

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Keith lay awake in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. There wasn't any snoring coming from Lance's bed like there normally was, so he was probably doing the exact same thing as Keith.
They both wanted to break the tension in the air and say something, but neither could think of what to say.
What would they say anyways? It wasn't a situation were you can voice any observations, really. It was a hotel room ceiling and a noise-free night in the room. That was it. Sure, there was noises coming from the busy nighttime roads in Paris, as there would be, because it's a busy city, but you can't make any interesting conversation from that.
So they lay there, aware of each other being awake, but not saying anything. The silence was calming, and it seemed to help them grow a small bit closer, because being able to be with someone and not say anything, and yet still have the bond between you strengthened, seems to make the bond stronger than it would have been if it had been reinforced by, say, talking about your interests.
And if they were both being perfectly honest, this form of no-talking bonding made things a lot less awkward, because they weren't looking at each other's tomato red faces, a colour that only seemed to appear when they were talking directly to each other. But if one was to be observing the other from a distance, the one being observed would look normal, no red flush in sight.
I wonder what he is thinking about, thought Lance. Probably something more interesting than thinking about what someone might be thinking about.
Lance decided to break the silence after an age and voiced his question out loud. "Keith?"
"Hm?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Keith turned on his side to face Lance. "Lots of things. Some good, some bad. Some that don't fit in to either of those categories"
Lance turned to face Keith too, to find that there was no trace of red on his face. Keith could see none on Lance's face either. It was the first time in the whole bloody trip they hadn't looked like tomatoes, peppers, strawberries, basically any red fruit, when talking to each other.
"You wanna talk about it?" Lance asked.
"Not really."
"Is there anything I can do?"
Keith's tomato-y tint came back, and he mumbled something like, "...hugmaybeidunno...."
Lance was a little shocked. But he was happy none the less.
"C'mere," he said, and moved over so Keith could get into his bed with him.
Keith got in carefully, hesitating a little in case it was just a joke.
Once Keith was safely in, much to Keith's surprise, Lance wrapped his arms around him.
"You're so smol," Lance hummed, and he nuzzled his head into the crook of Keith's neck.
"Is that bad?" asked Keith, going a deeper shade of crimson.
Lance shook his head. "No, cause it means you're fun to cuddle cause you're easier to hold."
Realising what he had said, Lance went red. "Sorry I didn't mean to make it awkwa-"
Keith stopped him. "It's OK. Can we just, like..... Not talk? Just cuddle. It's nice."
Lance smiled slightly. "Whatever you'd like..."

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Ayyyyyooooo so it's been a veryyyy long time but I'm back! I'm not extremley happy with this chapter, cuz it's 1:15am and my brain is all over the gaff and I'm an emotional wreck. Sorry for the really random part where I got abit deep, idek what was happening there.
Ttfn!

29/3/18, 660 words