[3rd Person Omniscient]
"Hey! It's not my fault you don't listen to anyone, Lance."
"I didn't ask you to yell at me, Keith. If you're really that angry about it go take it out on the training robots. I really don't feel like dealing with you right now."
"I can't believe you," Keith scoffed and muttered under his breath. "Apologising isn't that hard."
"It is if you don't mean it," Lance answered copying Keith's spiteful tone.
Keith's eyes grew wide as he backed away. He turned and ran back to his room on the ship. Tears started to well in his eyes, he couldn't understand how Lance could be so inconsiderate, especially after all the fun they had the past couple weeks. He actually thought Lance liked him.
Keith plopped down on his bed cursing to himself and staining his pillowcase with tears like all those times before; before he was a part of Voltron. "It's my fault for being so naive," he sobbed to himself.
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Lance stood up from the kitchen table as Hunk sat down with a plate of homemade muffins. He was still hot from his argument with Keith. He grabbed a muffin, earning a whiny protest from Hunk before heading to his room.
His room was right beside Keith's so he could hear him crying all night. He resisted the urge to go in and comfort him, stopping at Keith's door before turning to go lay back down. It broke his heart that he could make his Keith so devastated.
Waking up again only to hear Keith whimpering, he pushed his blanket off of his body with a fuss and began to sweat from the heat.
Lance shook his head as tears began to well in his eyes and stepped out of his room. He found himself minutes later holding a plate of leftover muffins and a glass of milk at Keith's door.
"How will he ever forgive me?" Lance thought aloud.
He knocked with his elbow, heart racing from the fear of a teary Keith full of rage. He knocked again, this time unable to hear anything from inside the room. After a few more moments of waiting he pushed the door open with his back only to find a lump of blankets on Keith's bed.
Lance glanced around the room and shut the door quietly, setting the milk and muffins on Keith's computer desk. He kneeled next to the bed and patted the red blankets. Keith sniffed loud enough for Lance to get the memo.
"Fine I'll leave you alone. I- ah - I love you... y'know that Keith. I want to talk. I can't... I just can't stand hearing you cry like that," Lance confessed.
He walked to the door and pretended to leave making his footsteps quieter gradually to simulate walking away to his room.
Lance was still staring at the adorable lump of blankets as it rose revealing a puffy Keith with tear stains and hair stuck to his cheeks. His eyes were closed so Lance took a chance as he vaulted himself across the room onto Keith, giving him a hug and whispering quickly into his ear. "Please hold on. I wanna make it up to you. I was sowrongIloveyouIpromiseifyoudontforgivemeistillwanttoapologise." Keith's eyes were wide open now once again and he pushed lance off of him gently.
"Fine. You better not annoy me or I'll kick you out and tell Hunk you ate all the muffins."
Lance sighed with relief and crossed his legs. Him and Keith sat inches apart. He spent the rest of the night blabbering apologies and explaining to Keith and Keith listened. Although he did hit him a few times with a nearby pillow.
Sorry it's short and bad
But it will be continued next chapter \(0-0)/
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