[ Keith meets him halfway. It feels like that's been the theme since Lance got here, which--positive, right? He runs his thumb over Keith's knuckles, feeling a fizzy, elated feeling overtake him. He's practically giddy from the sharp release of nerves. ]
So. How about that drink, handsome?
[ He definitely just winked...but lets out a self-aware puff of laughter a moment later. ]
[There's a little bit of unspoken relief here, not at the touching of hands or anything like that, but the fact that Lance quickly reverts to some rather ... Lance-like mannerisms. Lance (before) hadn't felt comfortable doing that with Keith. It had been ... one of many bullet points on the list of things for Keith.
It is also one of the things that will likely annoy Keith the most before long. He has layers. Like an onion.]
Lance ... [Drawn out, just a tad.] Yeah, let's get a drink.
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So. How about that drink, handsome?
[ He definitely just winked...but lets out a self-aware puff of laughter a moment later. ]
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It is also one of the things that will likely annoy Keith the most before long. He has layers. Like an onion.]
Lance ... [Drawn out, just a tad.] Yeah, let's get a drink.