[It's blatantly obvious that Keith wants the subject dropped, but his behavior around it continues to be so baffling that it just keeps ratcheting Lance's level of concern higher and higher.]

Keith, what are you... [Lance gets that far in the question, then has to wonder why he's bothering. Keith isn't going to answer the question if he's decided he doesn't want to. It's not that it's impossible to reason with Keith -- Lance knows that's not the case, but sometimes pushing too hard just gets you burned. He trails off.]

I won't mention Lotor. [And he won't ask why either because he really doesn't know how Keith's going to handle more questions when he's already doing his best impression of a cactus. But that feeling of uncertainty that's supersaturated the atmosphere is stifling as hell, and with so much that's different, he'd like to think he still knows how to talk to his damn friend.]

Look. I'm sorry. I don't know why you're mad at me. I wish you'd just tell me why, but I know you don't wanna talk about it... so at least tell me what I can do to make it right.