Adjustments

[turbolion]

[As soon as they've returned to the castle, Keith finds himself walking away from the Black Lion's hangar as quickly as he can without breaking into a run. Step step step like rain on a window before a storm. First mission piloting Black, first mission as leader, and all he can think is how wrong everything feels. Despite Shiro's insistence otherwise, Keith knows he isn't cut out for this role. He doesn't know how to lead, doesn't know how he's supposed to unite a team and he sure as hell doesn't have the right temperament. Shiro had taken on the role and made it look effortless; Keith's been pushed off a cliff and told to fly.

It's at times like these that Shiro would gently remind him that patience yields focus, but the fact that he isn't around to say it himself leaves Keith with an ache in his chest. Stepstepstep even faster now towards .... well, he wasn't thinking about it. All that mattered was getting away from Black, and its led him straight to the Red Lion.

The Red Lion and....]

Lance..?

[There should be a greeting here, but as he watches the now former Blue paladin look up at Red, Keith isn't sure what to say. He'd been so lost in his own world that he hadn't even begun to consider how anyone else was affected by these whirlwind changes.
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No matter what Lance had said about wanting to be leader, he knew Lance loved piloting Blue. After all, Blue was the first lion they ever found and she had chosen Lance over everyone else to be her paladin. His fingers curl into a fist, tense and inexplicably guilty,

But Lance had tried to say encouraging things to him earlier and... the right thing to do would be to return the favor. Or at least hand Red's new paladin his old bayard. Keith shouldn't have held onto the thing after Black made a choice, but Lance needs it now, whether Keith feels ready to let go of it or not.

He takes a step into the hangar. A baby step, if you would.]