[Keith very carefully keeps his eyes focused on anything other than Lance. Conveniently, Cosmo's there, so he'll be looking at his space pup, under the guise of making sure the wolf hasn't been singed or anything by the coal. This whole exchange remains weirdly disconcerting -- for months now, he'd just built up this idea in his head that Lance and the others were gonna brush him off or something for leaving, and being confronted with the exact opposite is...
It should be relieving. It really should be.
But really, it feels a whole lot like something he's held onto, something he's defined himself around, just no longer matters for reasons he doesn't understand. It's like that bonding moment he thought they had a long time ago. Is he just an idiot for thinking it mattered? Is he just being bad at people again? Does any of this fucking matter?
Keith sighs, turning to leave the Colosseum.]
Yeah. That's fine.
[But that's cold, and Keith knows it. He glances over his shoulder mid-step.]
I don't mind. [....] I just wasn't expecting any company.
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It should be relieving. It really should be.
But really, it feels a whole lot like something he's held onto, something he's defined himself around, just no longer matters for reasons he doesn't understand. It's like that bonding moment he thought they had a long time ago. Is he just an idiot for thinking it mattered? Is he just being bad at people again? Does any of this fucking matter?
Keith sighs, turning to leave the Colosseum.]
Yeah. That's fine.
[But that's cold, and Keith knows it. He glances over his shoulder mid-step.]
I don't mind. [....] I just wasn't expecting any company.