Late Night Comfort
do they even have a concept of day and night in space i don’t think so
A smol, homesick Lance, Klance comfort fic. (tw: lowkey panic, swearing)
Keith was really confused as to what woke him up in the middle of the night. He was disoriented as he sat up. It was still late wasn’t it? Why had he woken up?
Then he heard something move in the dark and whatever it was take a sharp breath, and he jumped. He rubbed his eyes, trying to see what or who was out their in the dark. He was reaching for his bayard when the figure spoke, voice shaking, “Keith?”