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[businessinfront]

"This is Keith. Leave a message."


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[yablueit]

[ He's still tense with the anxiety of worrying about his family, but the distraction is helping. ]

What's that supposed to mean, huh?

[businessinfront]

You know what it means. You didn't grow up surrounded by pushovers.

[yablueit]

[ He was almost expecting a comeback with a little more bite in it, making fun of him, so Keith's straightforward response is a little surprising. ]

...Uh. Yeah, I guess I'd probably be pretty different if I had, huh?

[businessinfront]

You'd be a lot less of a pain in the ass.

[ There it is. His voice is kinder than Lance is probably expecting, though, an unspoken question in it. ]

[yablueit]

Jerk.

[ Lance laughs, surprising himself even as he does it. ]

[businessinfront]

Guilty as charged.

[yablueit]

[ Lance flicks another piece of rice at him. ]

[businessinfront]

[ Keith raises a hand to swat it away this time, snorting quietly and fixing Lance with a look — but it's with a little thrill of self-satisfaction. Keith would rather see Lance obnoxious than upset. His distraction worked. ]

And what would she say about you starting food fights in space?

[yablueit]

She'd ask me if the guy I threw it at deserved it.


...And then probably remind me several times that she raised me better than that.

[businessinfront]

So you do know better.

[yablueit]

Theoretically!

[businessinfront]

Selective memory. Not surprising.

[yablueit]

It's not selective memory. I totally remember. It's just whether or not I actually do it.

[businessinfront]

Selective Lancery.

[yablueit]

[ He snorts. ]

Sure, let's go with that.

[businessinfront]

It's the most flattering way I could phrase it.

[ Sick burn? ]

[yablueit]

Well, I appreciate the effort.

[ He rolls his eyes, but he's laughing a little. ]

[businessinfront]

Sure. Anything for you.

[ The most deadpan delivery he can manage. But Keith's relieved that they've moved past that awkward moment of vulnerability, or whatever he ought to call it. ]

[yablueit]

[ Lance laughs again, more of a soft, amused exhale, and smiles, hesitant but friendly. ]

What a pal.

[businessinfront]

That's me, all right.

[yablueit]

[ His smile brightens, a weird, pleased feeling blossoming in his chest that he doesn't know what to do with. ]

Well, you're surprisingly decent to hang out with.

[businessinfront]

[ The feeling blossoming in Keith's chest is confusion, but not the completely bad kind, at least. ]

I... uh. Thanks? You weren't a complete asshole.

[ is this bro talk are we doing it ]