*completely ignores the last update time and posts this* hahha hey guys!! yes i havent forgotten about this and tbh, im procrastinating on other fics with this, sooooooo have some langst~
Summary: On the battlefield, anything can happen. Never turn a blind eye to the possibilities.
Alright, so the bonding time he had with Blue didn’t go that great. It was fine, it was the first time they tried it – well, second, but the first time was pretty much an emergency. They had to bond a little or else the Galra would have erased them from the universe.
So, yeah, bonding only happened for the sake of survival.
Keith led Lance out of the cockpit and walked beside him while they meandered throughout the castle. If Lance ignored the way Keith’s jacket shifted (he could hear it since it was the only leather thing on this ship), he could have almost passed the silence off as comfortable. Lately, the two of them have been spending more time together, but it wasn’t a major thing. Like, it wasn’t as if they were actively seeking each other out, it just happened. Mostly when Lance disappeared for too long and Keith came and found him, but after that when Keith knew he was okay, he stuck around. Lance was ready to call them friends in terms of their relationship instead of teammates. Which was a significant shift from teammate and rival.
Keith’s jacket squeaked a little for the umpteenth time and Lance swore it was as if Keith was turning to look at him, think about it, and then look away.
“Okay, what gives.”
He heard Keith stumble slightly before recovering. “Nothing.”
“Keith, you jacket makes a noise every time you turn to me, and it’s happened like five times. It’s obviously something.” Lance nudged him in what he hoped was Keith’s arm.
The red paladin grumbled something under his breath.
“Ya know, I may be blind, and my hearing is wonderful, but it’s not that great. You gotta speak up, Keith.”