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[It's... it's been a while. That's really the only thought Keith can safely consider as the mission begins. The Blade and Voltron collaborate, of course, but they've been running in different parts of the galaxy, trying to maximize what resources they have. So it's been quite a while since he's seen the others, since he's been back to the Castle or even closer than a brief video call across the lightyears.

He's had a lot of time to think, really, a lot of time to himself to ruminate on thoughts that he tries his very best to bat away. Thoughts that are wrapped up in emotions and feelings that Keith doesn't really know how to untangle at all. Not surprising. It's never really been his strong suit. As intense as his emotions can be, as volatile, they tend to get the better of him rather than he of them. It's the same old story.

And maybe that's why, he realizes, he always reacted so strongly to Lance. It was too much, too complicated, to try to unravel the varying feelings the other boy drew out in him -- exasperation and confusion, sure, but something warmer and softer, in those rare and precious moments when they were drowning in their own manufactured tension. After some time apart he's finally realized where that tension comes from, on his side.

Which makes things way too complicated. Because how the hell is he supposed to deal with having feelings for Lance, falling for Lance, when Lance... well. When he's watched Lance literally flirt his way through the universe girl by girl. But here's Keith and his stupid traitor heart feeling this way anyway.

He's torn, therefore, when it's him and Lance sent off in the Red Lion on this particular joint mission. Part of him has missed the other so much it's a relief to see him again. Part of him is so twisted up that he doesn't know which way to go. So he focuses on the mission. He's quieter than usual, even. Focus. Keep to their orders, keep to what needs to be done. It's fine.

Until the whole thing goes south. They spring an old and unexpected trap -- a mine that emitted some sort of pulse that knocked most of Red's systems straight out. The landing hadn't been pretty, but Lance had managed to set it down in a way that didn't kill them at least. The planet, the outpost, is supposed to be abandoned, at least. Less good is how chilly is it, and with Red disabled, well, it's getting chillier and chillier. At least they've got the beacon working. Eventually help will come, but it could be a while. And in the meantime... they're alone.

Together.

Keith has gone for silence, because he doesn't know where to begin.]

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[...not as expected at all. Keith's ears twitch a little before he can stop them. Huh. So...

Then maybe is it okay if he says something like,] Proper is overrated anyway.

[Way overrated. And Keith is bad about it. He tends to get led around by the reactive little heart that he wears on his sleeve... and okay maybe the temper he's still working on getting a hold of. Emotions are hard.]

It really, really is.

[He allows himself to relax a little bit, giving a bit of a smirk. Maybe this guy won't be too awful? Maybe? Hopefully?]

So, Lord Keith...tell me a little about yourself.

I mean... [An awkward shrug from someone clearly not used to being asked that. And maybe he'd get defensive about it and snap at Lance if well, he's just a little hopeful that this Altean Prince isn't going to be like what he thought he would.]

For one thing... it's Keith. Lord sounds weird. I don't like it.

[It's probably something he took a lot of crap for when he was young.]

I don't know what you'd want to know.

Keith, then. And...I don't know. Hobbies? Favorite color? This is our first date, Keith, you can't let me go into this completely blind.

Favorite color?

[Does that even really matter. And normally this emo boy would probably say black or RED LIKE BLOOD but just now looking at Lance and getting a little distracted by those eyes he blurts out,] Blue.

[Wait. No okay.] Does this count as a date? We're already betrothed.

[This is a formality at best. Right?]

But... I guess. I like flying. ...what about you?

Huh, what do you know. Blue is mine too. Maybe we're meant to be after all.

[It's said as a joke, though there's some bitterness in it that he can't fully hide.]

Let's count it as one, since we're not married until tomorrow. As for me... I also like flying, very, very much. Aside from that? Playing instruments. Dancing. Marksmanship. Having a good time.

[Keith is terrible at all those things Lance. Except flying. He's excellent at flying. But he's not exactly musical. ...or good at having a good time.

And he certainly didn't miss the bitterness in that joke.

A frown.]

You don't want this.

[It's not accusatory so much as he's realizing it, and turning the thought over in his head.]

[The statement, simple as it is, causes Lance to freeze in his spot. ...Damnit, he wasn't supposed to be this ridiculously obvious about it. This was exactly the kind of thing he was supposed to be avoiding!]

You've nothing to be concerned about, Pr--...Keith. I fully intend to enter this marriage.

Yeah, but that isn't what I said anyway.

[Intending to. Obeying. Those sorts of things, they're really different than wanting, right?

Keith hesitates, frowning and glancing to the side.]

It's fine. I wouldn't blame you for not wanting it.

[Keith knows what he is, little more than a nobody who happens to have connections enough to the emperor that someone had to figure out something to do with him.]

Look, it's...

[He trails off. It definitely would go against all he's had drilled into his head to just blab to his husband-to-be about how he loathes the idea of an arranged marriage. This is the one thing that he apparently can do for his planet, and if he screws it up, well. What would his father think? What would his people think? Lance is tired of feeling useless as it stands.

But the fact that his only use seems to be to be married off isn't exactly a huge confidence booster, either.]

It's not you. I mean, we just met, you haven't been a total brute and I don't think you are as far as I can tell. I just kind of got hit in the face with the whole arranged marriage thing pretty recently and I'm still getting my head around it.

[Trying to figure out a way to accept it, for everyone's sake.]

I guess... I guess I know how that feels.

[Keith mutters, and maybe just a bit of the defensiveness slips from his posture. If Lance is worried about blabbing, maybe he shouldn't be so much, since the honesty of it is putting Keith as close to "at ease" as he usually is around people he doesn't know.

Or, you know, people in general.]

...did you think I was going to be a total brute?

[That's... weirdly funny. Just because the best he can manage to get people to think about him at home is "quite a bit of rage for such a small container" so.]

No! I mean... I know Galra can tend to be, uh, rough around the edges, no offense. And part of me was fearing the worst when it came to this.

[He gives him a slightly awkward, sheepish smile.]

But you really don't seem like a bad person.

Depends who you ask.

[Keith admits. Most people would be happy to tell Lance how much trouble he is and how he's not worth any of it. But Keith has gotten used to that refrain by now. ...and even that sheepish smile on Lance's face, well... Keith thinks he'd like to see him smiling more.

A plan forms.]

You said you like flying, right?

[And flying is one of Keith's favorite things. So therefore.] Want to get out of here, for a while?

[He's a little surprised by the question, but a grin starts to form on Lance's face.]

Quiznak yes. What do you have in mind?

[Whoops, okay, a prince isn't supposed to curse, but.]

The ship I came in has a couple short range fighters in its hangar. We could borrow one.

[And by the grin on Lance's face, Keith has decided it was the right question to ask. ...more so by the curse. Cute. Altean cursewords are so mild and adorable apparently.

There's a beginning of a grin on Keith's face too as he snatches up Lance's hand and starts leading him back towards where his ship docked]

Ever flown a Galran fighter?

[Because if not, Keith will show him.]

[Oh, heck. Lance is already liking this guy already. He can't even bring himself to complain about the sudden hand holding as he follows along.]

No, but that'd better be an invitation to teach me.

What else would it be?

[Keith glances back at him. Come on, little prince, stay with the program here. But there's an excited light flaring in bright violet eyes. This... is so much better than wandering around with a stuffy boring royal nodding as facts about architecture or gardening.

He slows as they approach, voice low.]

Most of my... er... escorts are probably getting settled in. There'll be a sentry by the ship, so we'll just have to slip by it. We can just say I want to show you a star chart or something.

Sounds good to me. And I'm good at being stealthy! You have no idea how many times I've snuck out of the castle. It's basically an art.

[He tries to keep his voice low as well, though he definitely is excited.]

Oh? Then fine. We'll just sneak past him.

[Keith's grin widens into an expression he wears when there's about to be trouble... that he's making. So really, anyone who knows him would probably be feeling nervous right now.

Just a little stealing a ship and flying around with his betrothed without permission. Should be fine, right?]

Big words, little prince. Don't screw up.

[He stops just beyond his ship, ducking back behind the edge of the corridor and pointing.] There's the sentry.

Little prince...! I'll show you little.

[Hurumph. Oh yes, he's definitely intent on proving to him otherwise. How dare.

Lance takes a look at where the sentry is stationed before glancing at the surrounding area. This close to the hangars, there are plenty of exposed pipes, the architecture shifting away from traditional Altean ornateness and instead to pure functionality. One such pipe leads along the hallway, close to the ceiling but with enough space to still move along if one so desired. Narrow, but big enough surface-wise.]

How light on your feet are you?

[Keith looks pleased by the fact that Lance comes right back at him. Good. So. Maybe this Altean is more interesting than he expected when he first was informed of the betrothal.

That's a little exciting is what that is.

His eyebrows shoot up at the question.]

As light as I need to be. Why.

See that pipe?

[He points to the one in question.]

The way it attaches to the wall, you can climb up using the bracket thingies. Then we just have to make our way across the pipe, and hop down on the other side when the guard has his back turned.

...that's actually a pretty good plan.

[He doesn't mean to sound surprised. Or anything. But well, he's on board with this plan anyway, so that's good at least, right.

Keith nods to himself and glances from the pipe to Lance.]

After you.

[Lead the way, Lance.]

Follow the master's lead.

[Lance gives him a wink before walking to the pipe in question. He waits until the guard is far enough away before swiftly climbing it with the ease of someone who's totally used routes like this before. Once he's up on top of the pipe, he goes a little forward to give Keith room to climb up, and gives him a thumbs up.]

Is that who I'm following?

[...whoops that just slipped out. But Keith finds himself with his eyebrows lifting in surprise at that wink, even as he finds himself falling into step behind Lance, following along, nodding at the thumbs up.

He's making quick work of the climb, just behind Lance, far enough that he can maneuver, up onto the pipe. A quick nod at him.]

I'm good. Keep going.