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[businessinfront]

"This is Keith. Leave a message."


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[yablueit]

oh
okay

[ There's a long pause. ]

...anyway i'm glad shiros okay now
but I haven't been able to make myself go visit him

[businessinfront]

did he say anything to you?

[yablueit]

he said a lot of stuff

[businessinfront]

yeah
same here

[yablueit]

do you think any of it was true?

[businessinfront]

I think that thing was trying to hurt us and turn us against each other

[yablueit]

that's not what I asked, dude

[businessinfront]

I know what you asked

I don't know what he told you

for me it was more like stuff I'm afraid of other people thinking
I guess

[yablueit]

yeah it was kinda stuff like that I guess

[businessinfront]

so it doesn't matter if it's true

[yablueit]

what if it does matter

[businessinfront]

... well
why don't you tell me what he said to you
and I'll tell you if it's stupid

[yablueit]

[ There's another long pause.]

he said im a screw up
and that I don't listen and can't fly
and that he worries about me screwing up so much he has nightmares about it

[businessinfront]

I think you should come downstairs and help me eat this cereal

[yablueit]

yeah ok

[ Despite agreeing, its nearly ten minutes before he comes down to the kitchen. It took some psyching himself up to have this conversation in person. ]

...Hey, dude.

[ Lance is in warmer pajamas than his usual flowy Altean pjs, but he's wearing his Lion slippers. It also looks like he hasn't slept well in a few days. ]

[businessinfront]

[ Keith's in his pajamas — which look pretty identical to his regular clothes, but with loose black pants instead of tight black jeans. He's also sitting in the couch in the very dim night light with a whole box of cereal propped against his side. ]

Hey.

[ If it helps, Keith looks pretty uncomfortable, too. ]

[yablueit]

[ Lance flops on the other end of the couch and immediately reaches into the cereal box, chomping through a handful. Eating is easier than talking. ]

[businessinfront]

[ There's a pause that lasts for a painfully long time, until finally Keith feels like not talking is the more uncomfortable option. ]

... You're a good pilot, Lance.

[ And now it's his turn to shove a handful of cereal in his mouth. ]

[yablueit]

[ Lance looks up, genuinely a little startled. ]

...I mean, I'm not as good as Shiro. Or... you.

[businessinfront]

[ Keith shrugs stiffly. Swallows. He always feels so strange on the rare occasions when Lance lets that insecure part of him show for a second — when Lance makes him feel like he's someone to be looked up to. Sometimes he thinks he prefers their stupid rivalry. At least he knows what to do with that. ]

The only things I'm really good at are flying and fighting. Not the greatest measuring stick.

[yablueit]

Being good at flying is all I've ever wanted, though. Ever since I was a little kid.

[businessinfront]

What makes you think you're not?

[yablueit]

...Man, you really don't remember much about me back at the Garrison, huh?

[businessinfront]

[ Keith shoots him a sidelong look, with a slight tilt of his head. ]

I don't know if you noticed, but we're not at the Garrison.

[yablueit]

Well, yeah, but— That's not the point!