Lance flushed a little and looked at Keith closely. "Let me use your bathroom, then we can get going to the bar, okay? "
"U-Uh sure, yeah. Let me put your leg back on you first though." Keith chuckled as he picked Lance up easily and set him back in the chair to go get the leg. He walked to the work bench to get the leg.
Lance huffed a little. "I hate being immobile. It pisses me off. I wish I had my leg back. "
Keith hummed. "I'm sorry...I can make you one that feels real, but that's about it..." He walked back over with the leg and kneeled down.
Lance shook his head. "It's fine.  I can deal with it. Just... Thanks. "
Keith carefully put Lance's leg back in place and strapped it down. "How's that feel?"
Lance moved his leg and grimaced. "Uncomfortable. But better. "
"Well, I promise the new one will be better. Okay?" Keith smiled, standing and holding out a hand for Lance to take.
Lance nodded and took Keiths hand, pulling himself up with a smile. "'Kay."
"The bathroom is through that door." Keith pointed over Lance's shoulder. "I'm gonna go in the back and wash my face. Just come to the door when you're ready okay?"
Lance nodded and walked off to the bathroom with his usual limp.
Keith smiled and rushed to the back, whisper yelling. "Shiro! Where's my good jacket?" He asked.
Lance hurriedly started fixing his hair, then he threw some water on his face to get rid of the redness. He then pinched his cheeks to get a blush and rubbed his hands down his jacket to smooth the wrinkles.  Then he let out a big sigh and walked out to the counter.
Keith couldn't really do much except wash his face and use water to fix his hair as much as possible and hope for the best. He sighed. He needed to remember to buy chapstick next time he was out. He cleared his throat and walked out after grabbing his jacket, smiling softly. "Ready?"
Lance nodded with a smile and stuck out a hooked arm. "Shall we? "
Keith blushed lightly and nodded, taking Lance's arm with a smile.
Lance walked out of the shop and led Keith down the sidewalk. He started jabbering about his family being "annoyingly helpful" about his metal leg and how his friends were jerks but he loved them a lot because they treated him normally and stayed despite his injury, and he was grinning wide as they stopped in front of the bar. "Ready, hun? "
Keith was smiling big and nodded. "Y-Yeah..."
Lance smiled and let go of Keith's arm, only to entwine their fingers. He looked at the half full bar and led him inside.