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Lance was staring on in pure disbelief. What was Keith doing here? He understood that Keith was a little insane when it came to combat, yeah, but wouldn’t it be clear to him he didn’t have to come in here this late at night because he was already good? He glanced nervously over a shoulder at least until he heard Keith make a sort of broken sound, and suddenly all of Lance’s motivation for being in this training room was focused on something else entirely.He started to walk closer in worried silence, licking his lips nervously before gently reaching out to put a soft, slender hand on the red paladin’s shoulder. “Keith… Are you-?”