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It was late. As in really late. Maybe 2-3am on a random tuesday? Lance had a rough day, or a rough week and just..couldn't sleep. Or he'd fall asleep and wake up crying. Teary-eyed and cold(for some reason), Lance stumbled to Keiths room with a pillow, knocking on the door gently, waiting for the familiar sound of the door opening with a hiss. His hair was disheveled, his pajamas a tad too big for him, bandages peeking out from under his sleeves..goddamnit. He'd been clean for what, two weeks now..?..He just needed to hear the sound of his lovers voice right now and feel his touch..his warm cuddles..maybe play with Keiths stupid mullet and try to get some sleep.
After a while of knocking, Keith finally opened the door. He rubbed his eyes, taking a second to realise...oh shit. That disorderly guy standing in front of him who looked like he'd been going through shit was Lance. "..Lance..?..Are you okay? Do you..wanna come in?" He asked, his voice raspy and gentle. His mullet was disheveled, his pajama shirt the same as Lance's since he'd stolen it from him..lolz. Lance gave a small nod and Lance took his hand, leading him into the room and making sure the door was closed. Keiths room was pretty neat except for the several empty tissue boxes since he used an absurd amount of tissues in the mornings(IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!) when he had a stuffy nose.
Keith led Lance to his bed, sitting down and pulling Lance onto the bed next to him, moving to lay down and tugging Lance down with him of course. He ran a hand through Lance's short brown hair.. "So..You wanna talk about it?" he asked, his voice hoarse. He cuddled Lance, holding him close. His leg wrapped around Lance's hip. First time being the big spoon! Anyways. He played with Lance's hair, his arm moving to Lances waist. Lance finally spoke after a minute or two his voice unusually soft..
"Keith..I-..I started cutting again." he muttered, sounding guilty and ashamed.
"Dont worry, Lance. You tried to stay clean. It's okay. Two weeks is a huge improvement, but..please, talk to me..come to me when you have those thoughts, okay? I-..i dont want you to suffer alone. " Keith reassured, brushing Lance's hair out of his face.
Lance didn't want to talk and Keith understood. Just..comforting him and cuddling him till his brain finally shut up and let him rest. Keith refused to fall asleep until he knew Lance was asleep and the second Lance drifted off into a hopefully peaceful sleep, Keith knocked out. At least for the next 3 hours till they had to wake up for breakfast and training.
Keith naturally woke up at 5am, like always and got out of bed, pulling the covers over Lance..He looked so freakin cute..then he realised that was the same guy who'd fucked him so hard he forgot his own name. HUH. Who said that. Anyway, Keith brushed his teeth, got dressed etc etc..And stayed with Lance, sitting on the bed, reading a book as Lance slept next to him. He fiddled with Lance's hair, glancing at the clock every now and then until it was finally 6am. He gently shook Lance awake, "Hey..Wake up sleepyhead.." he pecked Lance on the top of his head, waiting for him to finally rouse from his sleep.