Lances eyes widened and a flush came over his cheeks. "What? W-wait, no! I mean, I'm supposed to be the one who asks you out! That's not fair! " He tried to stand and almost fell, he held himself up with his hand and his good leg. He scowled. "I will, Mullet. But.... Next time, I'll ask you out first! "
Keith chuckled and stood, helping Lance stand steady and still smirking. "I'm looking forward to it." He patted Lance's hip. "Now sit back down before you hurt yourself." He pushed Lance down into the seat by his shoulders.
Lance huffed angrily, but let himself be seated. He pouted out his bottom lip and looked at the wall.
Keith rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, don't pout." He grabbed a measuring tape off the desk before coming back. "When would you like to go for drinks?"
Lance sighed and cocked his head ad he looked at Keith. "Tonight? Like after we're done. Is that okay? "
"Hm... Tonight? I was gonna sit alone and drink tonight but, I guess you can tag along~" Keith chuckled and kneeled next to Lance, measuring a part of his leg with a cloth measuring tape then the metal leg.
Lance smirked a little in amusement. "Sounds like a nice way to spend your evening. Looks like I'll just make it better by coming~"
Keith blushed lightly and cleared his throat. "I'm gonna readjust the top so that it'll be a little less painful until I can get you a new one made, okay? It still won't be comfortable but maybe better." He smiled softly.
Lance nods slowly, looking blankly at Keiths eyes. He suddenly blurts out, "Are your eyes real? "
Keith blinks. "H-Huh?"
Lance makes a motion kind of like a wave but weirder towards Keiths eyes. "Are they a modification? "
Keith laughed softly. "Oh, uhm... One of them is... Why?"
Lance frowned. "They're..... purple. Or maybe it's the light. What's the modification on the one? "
"The left one." Keith blushed. "Shiro says I have my mom's eyes..." He blinked a few times, feeling a little shy.
Lance smiled a little. "Thats cute. I can't... I can't tell what the modification is. Is it just replaced or is it changed? Like.... I knew this girl who got her eyes tweaked so that it looked like she had actual fire in her pupils. " He shivered. "Scary as fuck. "
"It was naturally a different color and I could barely see out of it so I got it changed because I couldn't afford to get it completely replaced..." Keith rubbed the back of his neck. "Does it look real?"
Lance nods. "It's just a cool color. A unique color. " He smiles. "What color was it before? "
Keith frowned a little. "Red. Bright red. "
Lance smiled and stared at Keith calmly, his face a bit pink.
Keith cleared his throat. "U-Uh, anyway about the l-leg-" He looked at the metal on the top of the leg and pulled out some tools to fix it.
Lance smirked. "I can imagine you with a red eye. It fits you. Too bad it didn't work right. "
Keith bit his lip and didn't look up. "Maybe one day I'll get it modified again... "
Lance waved a hand dismissively. "Nah. Don't do it for awhile. Think it over. Its a big decision to make a modification. Like.... I want a tattoo, but.... " He stopped, cleared his throat. "I-I hate needles... "
Keith chuckled softly. "I can give you one free of charge." He smirked. "I've got a tattoo machine. If it hurts too much, I'll kiss it better~" He chuckled again.
Lance flushed and looked at the ground. "S-sure. I just hope you're GOOD at doing tattoos~" He laughed a little.
"I'm good at a lot of things~" Keith said, blushing when he realized how that could be taken.
Lance looked up, kind of surprised, then smirked. "Is that so~"
Keith blushed more, looking down. "Y-Yeah?..."
Lance smirked a bit more. "You know, if I had two legs, I'd have already walked over there and kissed you silly~"
Keith looked up, surprised. "I- Uhm-" He dropped the tool that was in his hand and it hit his foot. "Ah- fuck-" He cringed.
Lances eyes widened and he tried to get up, but fell back into the seat. "Keith! Are you okay?! I'm sorry! "
Keith laughed. "I'm fine, don't hurt yourself..."
Lance frowned but sat all the way down. "Fine. Is it bleeding? Is it bruised? Do you need a doctor? Holy shit, what if it's broken?! "
Keith shook his head. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just a little bruise maybe..." He smiled softly to reassure him.
Lances eyes had started darting around the room nervously. His anxiety was taking over. "But, it could be a hairline fracture and those barely hurt! And it'll get bigger and bigger and one day you'll just fall over with your whole leg broken and-" He gripped his hair and started pulling it with his head down.
Keith frowned and let go of his foot where he was holding it and moved closer to Lance, lifting his head to look up at him. "Hey, look at me, it's fine. Breath." He whispered.
Lance took a gasping breath, his face red. He was having a panic attack, but that was normal for him. He was used to the feeling of not being able to breathe. Usually, he just bent over himself and rocked a little until the feeling started to pass but here, Keith was here, and he couldn't rock, it would be embarrassing, and he couldn't stop thinking of how his new friend would die of broken bones and blood loss and drowning and burning to death, and he'd lose him like everyone else and-
He took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to calm down, but he was failing. He just couldn't..... BREATHE.
Keith wasn't sure what to do, he's never really been good with people. He knew exactly what was happening. Lance was having a panic attack but he could only think of what he likes when he has one so without thinking he pulled Lance out of the chair he was sitting in and into his lap on the floor. He laid Lance's head on his chest and played with his hair, mumbling soft reassurances into his ear. "Deep breaths, Lance, it's okay. Ssh, calm down, love..." Keith was blushing wildly but he ignored it in favor of rubbing Lance's back softly.
Tears started leaking from the corners of Lances eyes, burning his face. He was grateful Keith was doing this. Keith was his friend, he wouldn't leave, he wouldn't die, this will be okay, Lance, it's okay, it's okay, IT'S OKAY-
He tried to take more deep breaths and finally began to calm down a little, turning his face into Keith's chest and sobbing hard into his shirt as he gripped his waist.
Keith held Lance tighter. "It's okay Lance, breath slow..." He rocked Lance carefully. "I'm right here..."
Lance let out a gasping sob and let himself be rocked. "K-Keith.... " He sobbed. "Don't... leave..... Please... "
Keith shook his head. "I-I'm not leaving. I'm right here.." He gently kissed the top of his head, hoping that the gesture was comforting and not just weird.
Lance slowly started calming his crying and just snuggled into Keith's chest, happy to be held and frustrated with himself that he let himself get like this.
"...Better?" Keith whispered, looking down.
Lance nodded slowly and rubbed his nose into Keith's collarbone. "T-thanks."
"No problem.." Keith didn't let go of Lance yet.
Lance slowly pulled back and looked at Keith with red eyes. "How did you know what I needed? "
"I just..." Keith shrugged, blushing. "Shiro used to hold me when I'd have panic attacks..."
Lance nodded and reached up to wipe his nose with his sleeve. "T-thanks. Thanks a lot. I really.... Really appreciate it... "
Keith smiled softly. "Anytime.." He chuckled and flattened a hair that was sticking up on Lance's head.