[Keith freezes for an entirely different reason as Lance goes ahead and takes care of the bugs. The close proximity limits any doubt that Keith would have that he'd make his shot, but he remembers exactly how good Lance gets with his bayard and he isn't there yet. Still, the talent is there, and it's something that he strove to succeed at in that other time in part because Keith had always been a natural. They came to understand each other. Opposites in most ways, they learned how to flow as a team even if sometimes their ideas didn't match up. Shiro learned how to help them see eye to eye, but they would banter because of old time's sake, because it was comfortable.
That comfort had slipped away in the heat of betrayal. They once met in battle after that and Keith almost fell into that old habit, but it was Lance who cut things short. Where they had been rivals before, they were then enemies. The heat of betrayal had swallowed both of them up, and there was nothing that could reverse it.
This moment, though, feels like something he's not supposed to have. Lance isn't supposed to be saving him. He should be leaving him to the bugs to die. He looks down at the exploded bugs with a slack jaw and doesn't bother to stand up just yet. He's not supposed to have this. Lance should be angry with him. Lance should be storming off. Lance should want him dead.
In a way, it almost feels like ... like cheating. Like he's getting something he's desperately longed for in the loneliness of the Galra ships and it's through something as simple as having Lance cover for him like he had before.]
You—you saved me, [he sputters out, not quite able to formulate other words.]
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That comfort had slipped away in the heat of betrayal. They once met in battle after that and Keith almost fell into that old habit, but it was Lance who cut things short. Where they had been rivals before, they were then enemies. The heat of betrayal had swallowed both of them up, and there was nothing that could reverse it.
This moment, though, feels like something he's not supposed to have. Lance isn't supposed to be saving him. He should be leaving him to the bugs to die. He looks down at the exploded bugs with a slack jaw and doesn't bother to stand up just yet. He's not supposed to have this. Lance should be angry with him. Lance should be storming off. Lance should want him dead.
In a way, it almost feels like ... like cheating. Like he's getting something he's desperately longed for in the loneliness of the Galra ships and it's through something as simple as having Lance cover for him like he had before.]
You—you saved me, [he sputters out, not quite able to formulate other words.]