The Last Will and Testament of Alejandro Amadeo Charles Gonzales McClain
Lance is insanely dramatic when he’s sick. There’s nothing Keith can do but indulge him.
Rating: General Audiences
Notes: Lance has many names and no one can convince me otherwise.
The sound of sniffles echoing through the room is a constant background noise by now. Normally it irritates the living hell out of Keith, but they’ve been happening so long that he’s managed to tune them out.
But that doesn’t stop his hunt for a fresh box of tissues.
Across the room, Lance whines. It’s high and needy, muffled by the blanket cocoon he’s in, but loud none the less. He kicks his feet against the bundle of fabric around them and sticks his face out just enough to pout at Keith.
“Hold on, I’m trying to find the other box,” Keith says, holding a hand up. It’s not where he thought it was, not on the table by the door where it usually sits. He’s gonna have to text Hunk to find out.