[ Keith's not immediately visible, having slipped into the gap between two large crates near the back of the cargo hold, where it's dark and he can brood as he stares at his bayard in the shadows. He knows, not-so-deep down, that he'd needled Lance into making this stupid argument worse than it had to be. Maybe... he should apologize? No, that's stupid— what would he even apologize for? "Sorry I'm like this" is too broad, and besides, that would only give Lance more ammunition if he wanted to stay mad. Wouldn't let him live it down for ages, anyway.
Bad at bonding. Like it's a joke.
He doesn't even remember what they were fighting about in the first place, but replaying it in his head just makes the anger and hurt flare up all over again in the space below his ribcage. It's not all his fault. Lance is right, he's terrible at this, but he doesn't pick fights for no reason. Does he? Whatever. Just wait it out, get this over with, and they can pretend it never happened like they always do. ]
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Bad at bonding. Like it's a joke.
He doesn't even remember what they were fighting about in the first place, but replaying it in his head just makes the anger and hurt flare up all over again in the space below his ribcage. It's not all his fault. Lance is right, he's terrible at this, but he doesn't pick fights for no reason. Does he? Whatever. Just wait it out, get this over with, and they can pretend it never happened like they always do. ]