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“Ow, don’t do that,” Lance winced as Keith touched a cold towel to Lance’s forehead, where his freshly exposed wound was.
“I wouldn’t have had to if you hadn’t almost gotten yourself killed,” Keith responded, furrowing his eyebrows while a droplet of water ran down Lance’s cheek. “You should really be more careful,” he said, gently wiping the water away.
“What does it matter?” Lance replied, standing up and grabbing a bandage. “I’m just a seventh wheel, right?” he muttered as he ripped off the paper protecting the bandage’s adhesive.
“Don’t say that, Lance. You know you’re important to the team,” Keith said softly, taking the bandage out of Lance’s hands and gently placing it over the wound. “Without you there’d be no Voltron. You’re the blue paladin. You’re every bit as vital to the group as any of us,” he murmured, brushing Lance’s hair out of his face and just looking at him.
“Yeah, right,” Lance remarked, standing up and resisting the blood rushing to his cheeks.
“We all need you, Lance. I need you,” Keith whispered, grabbing Lance by the wrist.
“You really can’t keep your hands off of me, can you?” Lance grinned, spinning around and kissing a stunned Keith.
“You had me scared half to death!” Keith yelled, grabbing the cold towel and throwing it at Lance, who ran out of the room, laughing maniacally. Touching his lips he muttered, “Fuck you, Lance McClain.”