so he felt generally pretty stupid, and he knew that most of this would be up to him, but subtlety was not keith's strong suit. however, if he left it up to shiro, it would be three years before they even so much as told lance to his face that they wanted him to join them. after all, it took years for keith and shiro to get to this point and keith was certain he'd been in love with shiro for a long time now. then again, him taking this on himself was not going to be super conducive to easing anyone into anything, as keith went about things pretty headfirst. then again, emotional matters were a bit different, and he knew that he really had not been impulsive with shiro until they wound up here. that was the only reason they were together in the first place, because shiro had the worst habit of 'wanting the best' for people while simultaneously believing he wasn't actually the best thing to ever happen to keith. ergo, he'd back down, a little, if shiro wanted to take the reins in this matter; for now, at least. he wasn't going to be obvious enough, keith knew that, but maybe he'd have his own plans. maybe he'd just come right out and bring it up—not likely, that was going to be keith that did that eventually. evening out his breathing carefully, because doing anything even remotely strenuous with bruised ribs was a challenge, keith's eyes drifted towards lance, watched the way he flexed with almost too much interest. making a low noise in his throat, he dropped his crossed arms so he could run a hand through his hair haphazardly and ignored the comment he wanted to make. there was comfort in seeing lance was alright here, that he was still bubbly and happy, and things hadn't changed too terribly for him. keith was still struggling with a lot of personal thing, even being here, and being strangely content. mostly it was still getting his bearings when it came to the knowledge that he was not entirely human and, idly, he wondered if lance knew about it. they'd spent so long fighting against the galra that to know keith was half galra, would that change things?
as usual, he followed without comment, perhaps a bit more attuned to the world around them, jumpy even, as they made their way down the block. he had, unfortunately, been making enemies here, and he was not in the mood for things to be ruined tonight. he'd also been doing some more things in the void lately, not that shiro knew about it, but not all the money he'd gotten tonight was from his mercenary deals. when lance stopped, so did he, a few feet away, having noticed the fall of his steps had ceased before shiro did. tilting back to him, keith's brows furrowed and he resisted the urge to reach out to him. he knew that feeling, he knew it very well. he'd been here a full year before shiro had found him, before he'd even felt black's pull on red. his bond with her had grown, but in turn, it seemed like being separated had lessened her bond to the others. silently, keith studied lance a moment as they all caught back up to one another and, this time, he did reach out; just vaguely, a brush of his fingers against lance's arm as some manner of comfort. thankfully, his mood broke, even just a little, and the blue paladin was resigning himself to acceptance. keith chuckled quietly, did not brush lance's hand from his shoulder as he may have done before, but only acknowledged this sentiment with an mhmm. likely, the others surely thought he was just lost in himself, which was a very him thing to do. the truth of the matter was just that he didn't want to fuck up. that, and he was really just naturally quiet when he didn't have a whole lot to say, or argue about, or anything important to provide. he'd been learning to be calmer or, at least, he was making the attempt. so far, lance had said nothing to get on his nerves, and it was nice, because he really didn't want to start arguing. glancing around a bit, he followed aimlessly and hesitated just a second to allow shiro that first move.
for a brief moment, keith let his eyes scan the entire restaurant, fingertips just resting on the table while tuning his own companions out. it was a habit he'd started after his job got more serious and his memory was incredible; if he saw even one person he recognized as being a former patron of his, he didn't really want to be here. as well, if it looked like anyone was taking any kind of interest in him, he wanted to know about it. it was lance's voice that caught him and he looked back towards them quickly, feeling a little flustered as he settled down next to shiro. "what?" he asked, leaning out just a little bit so he could keep looking around covertly; mostly mapping out the layout of the place just in case. clearing his throat, he straightened up and crossed his legs under the table. "sorry i uh…i'm not paranoid or anything i just," he crossed his arms on top of the table, tilting his head in lance's direction. "i've been a mercenary since i got here, so i make more enemies than friends. i just like to be prepared, i guess." propping one elbow on the table he set his chin in it and looked out across the fake plants in the corner and the art on the walls. "i'll eat whatever's put in front of me honestly, i lived out of red for almost a full year on like fast-food and garbage, so i'm less picky than i look." finally, keith relaxed a little more, slouching slightly, and dropping his crossed legs, knee bumping against shiro's leg as he instinctively leaned into him instinctively. "what do you do here, lance? how long have you been here?"