[The slammed drawer makes Lance flinch, but he stands his ground otherwise. Keith's secretive enough that Lance can't decide if this is just How He Is or if there's something hidden in that desk that he doesn't want found, but speaking in the moment that distinction doesn't matter. Exasperation's starting to pile on hard and fast.]

Keith. [Holy shit, pal. One more time with emphasis as he just steps even closer to get right in the dude's face.] Keith. I know you've decided to shut me out cuz you hate me for something I don't remember, but can you just get your head out of your ass for a minute?!

[Fists clenching, unclenching then he'll attempt to grab Keith by the collar.]

Do you even care at all that we were all worried about you?