I Know It's Pretty Stupid (But I'm Much Too Shy To Tell Him)

“Hey, Lance,” Keith repeats, much softer this time. “You wanna sit?”Lance nods, slowing down to a walk. He stops barely a foot away from the foot of Keith’s chair as an idea hits him.“Yeah,” he says coyly. He pivots slightly, facing Keith’s chair instead of the empty one next to him. He shivers exaggeratedly, rubbing his arms and saying brr (out loud, with his mouth, dear God). He takes a millisecond to steel himself and then crawls onto Keith’s chair, wedging himself next to him and wiggling around to make himself comfortable. His heart pounds, and the muffled sniggering he hears around him does his already burning face no favours. “Whew. This planet is frosty, huh? I’m cold.”“Oh!”Keith sounds so enlightened that for a brief, stupid second, Lance is convinced he’s gotten the hint.But no. Of course not.Keith scrambles out of the chair, Lance yelping as he nearly gets shoved right off it.“I’ll build a fire!”---OR: Lance is trying. So hard.