“Lance,” he said encouragingly, “just try and feel the connection.”
“I am!” He hadn’t been, but it was easier not to admit that. Keith didn’t seem to believe him however.
“Just-” he scooted over in the chair and patted it with his free hand. “Just come and sit with me at least. Maybe she can sense that you and I are connected.”
Lance scoffed but did as he was asked, squeezing into the space beside Keith with relative ease considering it wasn’t very large. Part of his leg draped over Keith’s lap, and he averted his eyes to try and focus on something, anything, other than the feeling of the red paladin beneath him.
“I don’t think the lions know that we’re holding hands Keith,” he replied with a sigh, knowing that this was hopeless, and that they were probably going to be stuck in a strange plant goo storm and get stranded on this awful planet forever.
Because he couldn’t form a proper bond with the black lion and help save them.
Because he didn’t have what it took to pilot her.
Keith gave their hands a squeeze, and Lance’s mind went momentarily blank.
“Then maybe she can sense another connection,” he whispered. “A deeper one.”
Lance felt his cheeks flush anew, and let the grin show on his face as he stared at Keith.
“You and your bonds,” he chuckled, and Keith beamed. As if in reply, the inside of the black lion lit up suddenly, and from behind them Shiro cheered boredly.
I commissioned @sleepy-moans to draw something for my fic Stick with Meand it’s honestly the best decision I’ve made in a while. Go give them so love for creating such a wonderful piece of art!! It’s perfect!!