[Lance couldn't have truly believed a top conspiracy theorist like Keith would randomly believe some weirdo Natha alien things prattling on about Earth and storms, regardless of their visions. The Galra posed a very real threat and the concept of Earth being under siege was hella possible, but the storm seemed entirely too random.
His brows raise at that word of gratitude, though he should've expected as much?]
No problem --
[But I didn't really do anything catches in his throat in lieu of the grip on his arm. The invitation, innocent as it is, does nothing to quell the hastening of his pulse. He very nearly misses what's being said, and it takes him a moment before offering a quick nod. Sure, he'll be helpful. He'd offered in the first place, but he can't help being taken by surprise by normally-ordinary things okay. The mess hall is pretty close by anyway.]
Yeah.
[Finally, and without doing much about that grip one way or another, he'll start toward it, whether it remains or dwindles. Just keep swimming....]
no subject
His brows raise at that word of gratitude, though he should've expected as much?]
No problem --
[But I didn't really do anything catches in his throat in lieu of the grip on his arm. The invitation, innocent as it is, does nothing to quell the hastening of his pulse. He very nearly misses what's being said, and it takes him a moment before offering a quick nod. Sure, he'll be helpful. He'd offered in the first place, but he can't help being taken by surprise by normally-ordinary things okay. The mess hall is pretty close by anyway.]
Yeah.
[Finally, and without doing much about that grip one way or another, he'll start toward it, whether it remains or dwindles. Just keep swimming....]