Stand By Me

Everyday Troubles

(TW: Racism)

Lance stayed silent as the two others chittered back and forth. They're familiar with each other, and that's apparent. A liquidy hot emotion boiled in his chest watching the two interact so fluidly and comfortably. He knew this emotion. It was jealousy, something Lance is very familiar with. His best friend before Pidge, even.  Was it from seeing one of the few people he was close to being closer to someone he hated or seeing the once closed off knight behave so differently? Why couldn't Kieth be like that with him? He hates him and knew that they've only known each other for a while, hell their first impression was Lance halfway cutting his head off, but he wants it.

"And then you just threw the sword to the ceiling! I think it's-" Adam got cut off by a loud yell from the patient he was working on. "Oh quit being a baby. It's just some stitches," Adam flicked Kieth's cheek. That's not what caught Lance's attention, however. Lance's eyes widened at the unfamiliar word that Kieth yelled. From the context, it was most likely a curse word. "What was that word you just said? Ga..moto?" Kieth looked extremely embarrassed. Like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "γαμώτο?" It sounded strange to Lance but he vigorously nodded.

"It's a word I picked up during my travels. I don't know what it exactly means." Lance furrowed his eyebrows. He was curious about what Kieth meant by travels, but he still wanted to know more about this word. "Do you know what language it is?" Kieth hissed in pain after a particularly strong tug on the stitches being put into his neck before answering, "It's the second language of Galra. I'm pretty sure it is called Greek."

Lance bounced up like a coiled spring. "Galra speak Greek," Lance nearly screamed. Lance knew a lot about Greek culture, heck, his mom spoke Greek. How could he have not known Greek is part of Galran descent? Kieth simply raised an eyebrow. "I did just say that." The Prince ignored the blunt statement. "Do you know any other Greek words? Sentences?" 

Adam on the sidelines chuckled at Kieth's reaction to Lance's star-filled eyes. Lance definitely didn't see the blush, but Adam wouldn't miss the smallest emotion chance from this distance. "Well, yes. I do. There is... uhm..." With that, Kieth listed off words and sentences. Lance didn't miss a single thing. They were simple words. Like hello, goodbye, and thank you. But it was something Lance's mom was into, so it is something he's into. 

The boys continued to talk about languages that they know, languages Lance wants to know. Where Kieth heard them and what books Lance is given to be learning from.  Adam didn't interrupt. He just cleaned up the gallons of blood Kieth had spilled. Yeah, Glara do heal faster, but they sure as hell bleed like they had a red sea in their body. Soon enough though, they drifted to silence. The excitement was over for Lance. What the hell was that?

"I'm done," Adam smiled. "Then we must return to my schedule," Lance sat up with a new serious face. Kieth frowned in confusion while Adam's look made Lance feel a little ashamed. But, he didn't care. He should have not had that a nice chat with his guard like a friend. He already had... disturbing thoughts. He turned to the door to hide himself gritting his teeth, how shall he punish himself this time?

Kieth scrambled to get his things, placing the raven-colored helmet back on his head and effectively hiding his eye-catching appearance. Lance could hear Adam tsk as the two left the building formally, but his wishes outweighed his shame.