in which lance is a lonely planet explorer and keith is a half-galran who is passionate about flowers
Lance wasn’t a fan of fake people. White lies here and there were fine, but the people who made big, flashy fabrications of themselves being considerate and charming just to be liked was just such a stupid concept. Because really, was earning popularity so important? Was having hordes of people like you so vital for human existence?
Lance was the biggest fucking hypocrite he knew. But then again, he wasn’t a fan of himself, either.