Casey_Emerson_Carter

Shiro got home immediately, and when he did, Lance cried into Keith's shoulder a bit harder. Now Lance felt guilty that he had caused Shiro to be pulled out of work.

Shiro embraced the two in a strong hug, holding Keith close to his chest and his one arm around Lance. He didn't notice Lance's appearance just yet, "Hey, it's okay, calm down. What's wrong?"

If Keith wasn't stronger, he would've begun crying already, but he sniffled and blinked his eyes to get rid of the tears. He kissed Lance's nose, "Let's sit down."

They sat together at the dining table. Keith and Shiro both held one of Lance's hands over the wood. Shiro had noticed it all now. What Lance was wearing. What Lance had on his body.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Shiro immediately asked. "I think we should."

Keith nodded, "Lance, look at me."

Lance had his eyes down, but he glanced up at Keith with watery orbs. Keith sighed, softening, "We're both here for you, okay?"

Lance nodded, looking back down. He didn't say anything, he was scared to.

"Lance, we don't mind that you're trans, first of all. Of course we don't. You don't have to hide from us or be ashamed," Shiro explained.

"I love you. No matter what. And Shiro does too," Keith assured.

Lance nodded, tears trekking down his cheeks, "I just didn't want you guys to think I played you or something."

Keith stood up and leaned over across the table, pecking his nose, "We don't think that, Lance."

Lance nodded, and his boyfriends gave him a minute to process that. He smiled, but then came the next half of the conversation.

"Lance, where's the blade? Or, whatever you used to make those," Keith said a bit sternly. Lance looked down at the various marks on his arms, chest, thighs, everywhere.

He gulped, "I... I don't have them anymore."

Shiro ran his thumb over a fresh scratch on Lance's upper arm, and Lance sighed, "In my makeup kit.."

Keith stood up and went to the makeup kit, anything sharp he threw out in a bag. When he came back, he sat back down and took Lance's hand again.

"Listen, Lance," Shiro spoke softly. "I think we should get you some help for that. Therapy..?"

Lance cringed, "I don't need therapy."

Keith sighed, but Shiro kept going, "I go to therapy, Lance. You know I've had a hard past. It's helpful."

Lance shrugged, "You still have nightmares."

"But he isn't whimpering in a corner,unable to process anyone around him or communicate, losing his identity and maybe his li-"

"Keith." Shiro put his hand on Keith's arm this time, and Keith closed his mouth, un-furrowing his eyebrows.

"I don't want to lose you, Lance," Keith tried again. "Just try it please?"

After a moment, Lance caved in and nodded, "Sure, Keef."

Keith smiled and nodded, and Shiro hugged Lance, "We love you."

Keith came around the table and kissed Lance's cheek, "A lot."

Lance nodded, "Thanks, guys.."

Keith kissed Lance's neck, "Always."

Lance leaned into the kiss, and then Keith smirked and kissed Lance's jaw, "So much~"

Shiro lifted an eyebrow, "Really, Keith?"

Keith kissed Lance's throat a few times, then licked a small spot, "Yeah~"

Lance smiled, "I don't mind it~" He met Keith's lips and then kissed passionately for a minute.

Shiro blushed, "You two are something else..~"

Keith leaned up and surprised Shiro with a kiss, "Join us~"

(Hehe ok makeout scene next part, but this is technically the end of the story. PT. 5 on its way..)