( he's never had to worry too much about whether or not there's going to be a tomorrow — figuratively or literally, in any case — and while it goes without saying that right now isn't the best time to be making any confessions, or engaging in the depth of conversation they're currently making their way toward, it. the words lance gives him burrow deep into him, somewhere in the middle of his chest where they settle behind his ribs and make a place for themselves like something tangible, something alive might.
it feels good in the middle of all this uncertainty, like he's managed to keep lance's trust even while he's been in stasis, even while he hasn't been there for the others like he would have preferred. he might not be the leader anymore — he'd always wanted keith to take his place one day, if it ever came to that, and he's proud that it has — but that he still feels like he has a place with them is comforting in a way that it maybe shouldn't be.
he relies on them too much. more than he'll ever admit out loud, and while he's always preaching that there's never anything wrong with that ( there isn't, there never has been and there never will be ) he likes to maintain some level of being able to stand on his own. because he's always been a pillar of strength for them. has always wanted to.
but he nods, chuckling lightly, low under his breath. ) Definitely. ( pinky promises are going to be their thing, now, apparently. he's pretty okay with that.
he hears the movement before he catches sight of it — big, indeed — and while he's been ready ever since they paused, he steels himself even more, gritting his teeth without realizing. )Only if you get a clear shot. ( that tone? leaves no room for argument. some things aren't ever going to change. ) I don't want you putting yourself in danger if you don't have to.
( never mind that's a sniper he's holding, long-range like whoa and powerful. still. it just goes without saying.
there's more of that movement, and he doesn't need a scope to see how quickly it's advancing. ) ETA less than five minutes, max, if it keeps moving like that.
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it feels good in the middle of all this uncertainty, like he's managed to keep lance's trust even while he's been in stasis, even while he hasn't been there for the others like he would have preferred. he might not be the leader anymore — he'd always wanted keith to take his place one day, if it ever came to that, and he's proud that it has — but that he still feels like he has a place with them is comforting in a way that it maybe shouldn't be.
he relies on them too much. more than he'll ever admit out loud, and while he's always preaching that there's never anything wrong with that ( there isn't, there never has been and there never will be ) he likes to maintain some level of being able to stand on his own. because he's always been a pillar of strength for them. has always wanted to.
but he nods, chuckling lightly, low under his breath. ) Definitely. ( pinky promises are going to be their thing, now, apparently. he's pretty okay with that.
he hears the movement before he catches sight of it — big, indeed — and while he's been ready ever since they paused, he steels himself even more, gritting his teeth without realizing. ) Only if you get a clear shot. ( that tone? leaves no room for argument. some things aren't ever going to change. ) I don't want you putting yourself in danger if you don't have to.
( never mind that's a sniper he's holding, long-range like whoa and powerful. still. it just goes without saying.
there's more of that movement, and he doesn't need a scope to see how quickly it's advancing. ) ETA less than five minutes, max, if it keeps moving like that.