Lance's POV:

Keith gently held my jacket sleeve, I looked down at him with a gentle smile on my face. "Hey. Let go for a second, okay?" I asked, gently taking his hand and removing it from my jacket sleeve. I stand up and walk around to the other side of the bed, so I am sitting behind Keith. I sit down and adjust myself. "Come here. I'm gonna cradle you" I say, holding my arms out. Keith crawls towards me and settles down into my lap, I wrap my arms around him from behind, placing my head on his shoulder. "Hmm. I'll make sure to forget it ever happened" Keith said softly with a chuckle. I chuckled softly. "Hey, Keith? I don't... know exactly what this means... But it does mean something. To me, at least" I say softly, planting a gentle kiss to the back of Keith's shoulder. "It means something to me too. You being here, you being alive, it means everything to me" Keith said softly. I chuckled softly, and placed my cheek to the back of his shoulder with a light blush. "Go ahead and make fun of me for it, Make fun of me all you want" Keith replied with a smile. "Hmm. Roger that, Red" I replied softly, kissing the top of Keith's shoulder. "Hey man. Whatever this is... I want us to figure it out together, okay? So don't go anywhere" I say, placing my hand on Keith's chest, he places his hand on top of mine. "I won't if you won't." He replies. "Yeah... I actually think for the first time in my life, I am exactly where I'm supposed to be" I said with a smile and he smiles back at me. We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until I break it by letting out a sigh. "We should... Probably let the team know everything's okay" I say softly. Keith moves around in my lap and gently takes my hand away from his chest. "Yeah, probably" He replies, sliding off the bed and standing up. I sit on the edge of the bed, I glance up at him then lower my head. Keith turns around and notices a change in my demeanor. "Lance? Hey, you okay?" He says softly, kneeling down in front of me, I sniffle and cover my eyes with the palm of my hand. "Yeah. I'm sorry, man, I just..." I pause for a second then look up at him. "It's been a day, and being this emotional is, like, really exhausting. You took that hit during the battle, and I think the adrenaline held off most of my panic until we got you back, and they put you in the pod. I thought everything was going to be fine but then..." I pause again, I could feel the tears bubbling in my eyes and Keith cups my cheek. "I mean, obviously it was worse for you, but... But it's still a lot. And you're an 'actions speak louder than words' kind of guy. So, I'm sorry, but... Can I just..." I hold his hand close to my cheek and smile at him, then I give him a quick peck on the lips and turn away with a blush, then, to my surprise, he places his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me into another kiss, more tender than the last. We pull away after a few seconds and smile at each other. "Whoa... I should die in your coma dreams more often." I say with a bright smile and Keith just gives me an annoyed look. I watch as he stands up and walks away. I stand up and follow him. "Okay, okay" I stand up and follow him. "But seriously, you had such an extreme reaction to me dying, you must really love me" With what I said, Keith stops in his tracks, causing me to get nervous. "O-oh... I mean..." I stutter, he turns to face me with a smile. "What's the matter, Lance? Are you scared?" He asks and turns back around so he's facing away from me. I'm taken aback slightly by his statement, then I smile and laugh. "I'm not scared" I say, walking beside him and holding his hand. The feeling of our hands being intertwined feels natural, almost as if, it were meant to be.