[O-oh. The image of the sword sticking out of Keith's chest assault's his mind and threatens to set him off. But he's been in this position so many times before, he's able to feel Keith alive next to him under his hand. And he knows he's stuck in the middle of some kind of hallucination and the only thing Lance can think to do is to pull him into his arms.]
K-Keith, there's no sword. [His voice is hoarse and unsteady and he wraps his arms around his back tight, trying to ground him physically and break his line of sight with what he's seeing.] You're okay now, see?
[On that last question, he moves his hand to take Keith's and place it flat against his own body between them to feel that it's whole. No giant sword poking through, no coldblood m-melting all over the beach.]
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K-Keith, there's no sword. [His voice is hoarse and unsteady and he wraps his arms around his back tight, trying to ground him physically and break his line of sight with what he's seeing.] You're okay now, see?
[On that last question, he moves his hand to take Keith's and place it flat against his own body between them to feel that it's whole. No giant sword poking through, no coldblood m-melting all over the beach.]