[There are several beats of silence before Lance is able to wrap his mind around how to even respond to that. On the one hand, there's an immediate indignant reply of how was I supposed to notice if I was asleep??? but he bites back on that because there's restrained concern in Keith's expression that he doesn't really know how to interpret.
It's been obvious from the start that Keith was the lone wolf of the team, difficult to get to know, difficult to know how to approach, but the odd tension coming off of Keith just reaffirms to Lance that there's an even bigger rift between them than he'd originally thought. More than what Keith's departure from the team had created. More than what his own imagination is really capable of supplying for him right now even. A full year here, living with the knowledge that maybe everything they'd fought for, all the sacrifices they'd made -- that all of it was for nothing because the storm destroyed it all anyway?
Lance drops eye contact briefly. He isn't disappointed or sad exactly - that's a gross oversimplification. He's tired. He just woke up from this apparently long ass sleep, but he's tired anyway. So much to catch up to, so much to try and relearn, so much that he thought was true, but just isn't. He breathes out. Well. Not like he has a choice but to give it his best. Lance looks up and grins.
...A full year and your mullet is as dumb as ever, I see. Boy I didn't miss seeing that. Have you been okay?
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It's been obvious from the start that Keith was the lone wolf of the team, difficult to get to know, difficult to know how to approach, but the odd tension coming off of Keith just reaffirms to Lance that there's an even bigger rift between them than he'd originally thought. More than what Keith's departure from the team had created. More than what his own imagination is really capable of supplying for him right now even. A full year here, living with the knowledge that maybe everything they'd fought for, all the sacrifices they'd made -- that all of it was for nothing because the storm destroyed it all anyway?
Lance drops eye contact briefly. He isn't disappointed or sad exactly - that's a gross oversimplification. He's tired. He just woke up from this apparently long ass sleep, but he's tired anyway. So much to catch up to, so much to try and relearn, so much that he thought was true, but just isn't. He breathes out. Well. Not like he has a choice but to give it his best. Lance looks up and grins.
...A full year and your mullet is as dumb as ever, I see. Boy I didn't miss seeing that. Have you been okay?