Jules: Adult human male, please don’t assault him.
Danny: No way! Did you hear what he said about your mother? Maybe I should remind him of how I stopped him from coming around. Maybe I should give you what I promised to all those years ago. Want a reminder, Zach?
Jules: I know, you’re upset but please think of the consequences.
Danny: Consequences? You have no idea what he’s done, what he’s said. I’m going to remind him of the consequences!
HELLO ELSE I KNOW ITS YOU AND YES I WILL DO THIS MASTERPOST
CAUGHT UP ON
-Welcome To Night Vale
-Alice Isnt Dead
-The Bright Sessions
-Within The Wires
-King Falls AM
-Secrets, Crimes & Audiotape
-The Black Tapes
-The Orbiting Human Circus (of the Air)
-Jim Robbie and the Wanderers
-The Falcon Banner
NOT CAUGHT UP ON
-The Adventure Zone
TO LISTEN LIST
-The Haven Chronicles
-The Strange Case of Starship Iris
-The Magnus Archives
-Alba Salix, Royal Physician
-Our Fair City
-Rex Rivetter: Private Eye
-The Stage Podcast
(ELSE ARE YOU HAPPY NOW I WROTE THIS OUT THREE TIMES)
((yea my to listen list is long im tryna juggle taz and zr its not fun))
(((oh yeah i also listen to sleep with me but i didnt know where to put it so…)))
After a terrifying experience during which Lance, seemingly, dies, Keith is haunted by horrible nightmares of holding his comrade in his arms while he took his final breath. To the point where he can’t sleep unless he knows for absolute certain that Lance is alive.
And while the attention is surprising, Lance doesn’t really have a problem with Keith checking up on him. Or the fact that Keith only seems totally comforted when he can cuddle Lance close and hear his heart beat. After all, there’s nothing wrong with two bros cuddling. It doesn’t MEAN anything. Or, at least, that’s what Lance keeps telling himself.
Lance didn’t blame Keith. Mostly he blamed himself. It was only logical that someone would ask about his scars at some point. He should have had better self-control and not lost it the moment Keith had addressed them, no matter how subtlety he’d done so. Thankfully, the second time Keith had brought up the subject—with the kiss—Lance had been too tired to react.
That didn’t mean he wanted to address it, however. He regretted breaking down as he had and dragging Keith into his problems. They all had more important things to worry about, which meant he had to do his best to show Keith that his situation wasn’t really as bad as it was. Everyone had weak moments, or so that was what he’d claim if Keith brought it up. Thus far, the subject hadn’t been broached, but Lance wasn’t sure if that would go on forever.
He hoped it would…
Sighing quietly to himself, he continued to stare up at the ceiling from where he lay on the bed. He hadn’t been able to get back to sleep following Keith’s episode, but that really wasn’t so out of the ordinary. He oftentimes had trouble sleeping, which was why he sometimes wore headphones and an eye mask—to make what was already difficult a little easier.
Too busy being miserable to dream, he supposed.
Still, he’d gotten a few hours, which would be enough. What was important was that Keith was sleeping. They did have to get up in a few minutes, however. Or at least Lance did. To be frank, he really didn’t want to get up. Most of his mornings were like that as of late. Sometimes things weren’t this bad, but he’d been pretty low lately. Lower than he had been in a while. Between dying and Keith’s condition, he was feeling pretty guilty anyway. All of that mixed with the issues he inherently had and getting up in the morning was damn-near painful.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get up, he did, but it was like his body was a cage—a weight—and he was trapped beneath it. Paralyzed even, and full of nauseous aching. Sometimes it was so bad that all he could do was lay there and cry, helpless to his own baseless despair.
Today wasn’t one of those days, he hoped. He was tired, yes, but he couldn’t show any more signs of weakness in front of Keith. No crying, no wasting time. He had to get up.