Lance expected Keith to glare and go off on him, but Keith just glared. Lance thought he could see the hint of a blush, but Keith's sad eyes drew him away.

S-O-R-R-Y, Keith replied.

Lance tilted his head. It's O-K.

I'm deciding some things in my head, but that isn't your fault, Keith explained. He was working on it--how he acted with people, how he saw them. He tried not to be so pessimistic, so negative, but it's a hard process to suddenly change the way you live your life. Even though he's super adaptive, it's still something to get adjusted to, to ease up a bit.

What are you deciding on? Lance inquired, a quizzical look on his face.

This time, there was a definite blush across Keith's cheeks. Shiro watched from the sidelines, smiling to himself.

You, Keith replied, looking away as to try and avoid the reply. He sighed, taking Shiro's hand again.

Shiro squeezed it, drawing Keith's eyes to his, "Look at him, babe."

Keith looked back to Lance who was also blushing, What about me?