[video, backdated to earlier this month]

[the_tailor]

[The video opens up on a close up of Lance. He...is not exactly looking at his Sunday best, to say the least. A still open, though not terribly big gash runs down the left side of his face by his eyebrow, he's got bruises on at least two other parts of his face, and that's just his exposed skin.]

So. Uh.

[He takes a deep breath, which makes him wince.]

These creatures around? Yeah, some of 'em may look kinda derpy, but they are not candidates for a new petting zoo. Also, if they're like...some weird mix that include something that's already a hellish monstrosity like a goose? Extra big nope.

Er, so, yeah. [He runs a gloved hand through his hair, which only serves to put some blood and dirt in it, and he makes a face.] Might wanna at least have a buddy system going when you go outside until things calm down.

'kay, peace out, gotta get home cause I'm pretty sure it's my turn on dinner making tonight.

[Though he's acting very casual, it's clear that he's in some amount of pain. Still, with a smile akin to a grimace, he gives a little wave.]

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[tempredmental]

Where are you headed right now?

[Keith was just going to ignore that. He was more concerned on making sure Lance was going to get taken care of, even if he had to come find him and force him to do it himself.]

[the_tailor]

Uh... Hotel. 'parrently there's a doctor there?

[tempredmental]

Alright... I'll meet you there.

[It took him a bit of time to get there, thanks to the rampaging animals, and he had to fight his way through in a few spots, too, so he wasn't entirely unscathed himself when he did finally arrive. So, Lance would be pretty much done and treated by the time Keith got to the hotel.

Any injuries he might have himself? Out of mind. Going to find his husband, thanks...]

[the_tailor]

[He's been patched up as well as he can, but it's clear that Lance is going to still be out of commission for some time, at least when it comes to combat. And long walks. And...yeah. It's aggravating, but more aggravating? Seeing the state Keith's in when he finally arrives.]

...Doctor. You. Now.

[tempredmental]

I'm fine. [Keith was definitely going to be stubborn about this in the moment.] What happened?

[the_tailor]

I should be asking you that! And I'm not answering until you get yourself looked at and patched up.

[tempredmental]

Lance! [Because cue Keith's angry anxiety response. He was worried about his husband, okay?] Just tell me! I'll once I'm sure you're okay.

[the_tailor]

I'm fine. Just bit off a little more than I could chew while doing some scouting. It's no biggie.

[He crosses his arms.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith grumbled under his breath and took matters into his own hands. Literally. He moved in and started checking Lance's injuries, not even asking if he could.]

[the_tailor]

Keith, come on!

[He frowns, trying to wave him off.]

Go get yourself looked at by the doctor. Now.

[tempredmental]

Will you stop pushing me away? [There was a subtle panicked note under Keith's frustration.] Just let me look.

[the_tailor]

Babe, you can look when you're not bleeding. Please. I'm okay, really.

[tempredmental]

I just-

[Oh, screw it. Keith just wrapped his arms around Lance and pulled him into a hug. It hadn't been that long since Shiro had left, and, each progressive step of their relationship had Keith worrying more and more about Lance's well-being. Yeah, he played it off sometimes, trying to tease and joke his way through, but this hit a nerve this time.

The happier Keith felt in his relationships, the more he worried that something terrible was going to happen.]

[the_tailor]

[Oh... Oh, Keith.. Lance silently winces at the hug, as his body isn't exactly in the best of states right now, but it makes him feel better nonetheless.]

It's okay. I'm alright. I promise.

[tempredmental]

[There was a hesitation, and then Keith silently nodded against Lance's shoulder. He took a few breaths to calm himself before finally pulling back. Not completely, but enough to press his forehead against Lance's.]

I'm sorry... I just... I panicked.

[the_tailor]

I get it. I'd be doing the same.

[He sighs, trying to give him a small smile.]

Don't you worry that cute little head of yours. I'm not putting myself in deathly danger. As soon as I realized the fight wasn't going my way, I got out of there.

[tempredmental]

[He let out a sharp huff of a breath, almost a dark chuckle, but he nodded.]

Yeah... I'm glad you're okay.

[He gave Lance a quick kiss, just to solidify it in his head that his husband was still there with him.]

[the_tailor]

[Lance returns that kiss.]

I am. Now please go get yourself looked at, babe?

[tempredmental]

[Keith nodded, taking another quick kiss before pulling back completely.]

Okay. Stay put.

[Thankfully, Keith's injuries were mostly superficial, so it didn't take long for him to come back. Sure, he had bandages and stuff, but it looked worse than it was.]

Are you allowed to leave?

[Keith wanted to get Lance home.]

[the_tailor]

If I was on my own, no, but I don't see why there should be any complaints if I have you to escort me.

[He gives a little nod. Ugh, he hates seeing bandages on Keith...but he knows he can't really complain about that right now, all things considered.]

[tempredmental]

Okay. I can check.

[He was just... going to hold Lance's hand for a bit first. He noticed that look, though.]

I'm okay. Didn't even need stitches. Promise.

[the_tailor]

Okay. I guess I'll forgive you this time.

[He gives him a little grin.]

[tempredmental]

Heh.

[Keith finally managed a small smile in return.]

Okay. [He squeezed Lance's hand.] Let's find out if you can go.

[the_tailor]

'kay. Help me? You can be the most amazing looking crutch anyone could ever ask for.

[Wink.]

[tempredmental]

Wow, thanks. Now I'm a crutch.

[Still, Keith wasn't going to make Lance walk on his own. He put his arm around Lance, under the other's arms so Lance could put his weight on him as needed.]

Come on...