(You Can) Drop Your Façade ; klance

sleepover

   Driving Lance home was the easy part, he was cooperative enough, pointing at where to turn at each light, murmuring quietly. He hasn't spoken since his outburst at lunch.

   "Lance, please." Keith pushes, hand open, palm stretched to the sky. Lance huffed, crossing his arms. Lance refused to give Keith his keys to open the front door. Keith rose a fist.

   "Then I'll knock," He said, knuckles brushing against the door. Lance huffed again. "Lance, dude, it's just your family. They'll understand." Keith says, knitting his eyebrows together. Was Lance afraid to face them?

   "If they don't, i'll take you far away from here, okay? But you need to try," Keith adds sincerely. If Lance didn't want to be here, he would take him away. Far away from everyone.

   Lance gave a sigh of defeat and flipped open his bag, digging through it. His lanyard lied at the bottom, under his binders and notebooks. He pulled it out, keys and a few key chains dangling from it. Keith took the black lanyard, raising his eyebrows. Lance threw him a small glare as Keith smirked in satisfaction, unlocking the door.

   "Who's there?" Someone asks. Keith and Lance step into the house and a short-haired girl (very similar to Lance) watched them curiously.

   "Lance? What are you doing here? Altean doesn't let out for another three hours." She states, adjusting the glasses on her face. She faintly reminds Keith of Adam for a second or two.

   Lance only stands there, crossing his arms defensively, almost as if he was hugging himself. When Lance doesn't answer, Keith steps up. "He had an anxiety attack, a bad one."

   The girls eyes widened. "Oh shit, must've been if you're here early. Mom's in the kitchen, you want chocolate?" She asks, nodding down the hall. Lance shrugs, following her as she walks towards the kitchen. Keith trots along behind them.

   "Mamá, es Leandro." The sister says, stepping away to reveal both Lance and Keith. Lance's mom immediately stops what she's doing, and scuttles toward Lance, a worried look painting her features.

   "Lean! Finally! Mi pecrupastes! Estas bien, mijo?" She asks frantically, eyes searching at his blank expression. Keith sees her lean in for a hug, but then instantly scoot back once she notices Lance's defensive stance.

   Lance shrugs half heartedly, eyes averting. Keith sags his shoulders.

   "Te hago chocolate? Si? Te lo traigo al quarto, está bien?" His mom asks, searching once more. Lance nods. His mom smiles wearily, turning around and looking through the cabinets for (what Keith assumes) a pot.

   Lance turns to Keith, an uneasy look on his face. Keith smiles and shakes his head. "It's cool man, you can be alone if you'd like," He assures, waving Lance along. Lance sends him a look that Keith can only interpret as grateful (and maybe, just maybe, fond).

   Once Lance is out of sight, his mother pounces, pulling Keith into a tight hug. Keith jumps in surprise and hovers his hands over her back awkwardly. Lance's sister is watching them, an amused look on her face.

   "Thank you for looking out for Lean, Keith. It means a lot," She says, smiling softly. Keith half smiles back, gently pulling back from her grip.

   "It's what friends do. I care a lot, about Lance that is." Keith rambles, blushing unconsciously. "He's been there for me, he deserves someone to be there for him, y'know? Anxiety attacks suck,"

   His mom's expression turns into something Keith can't quite put a finger on, all he can understand is that it's...not a bad look.

   "Si, I agree. Friends are supposed to be there for one another," She says. Her eyebrows furrow. "You can call me Rosa, by the way. How come we've never met before?"