"Douse him again," Pink orders coldly. Her arms are crossed and she scowls down at him.

Yellow and Green look all too happy to pour water over him. If he was wearing any wires, it would be damaged. Luckily he wasn't.

Keith hugs his body as water is poured over him again. He bites his lower lip to stop himself from hissing from the cold. He already can't stop the shaking his body is doing, the least he could do was stop the noises from escaping him.

"Again, " she orders and they dump another bucket full over him.

He glares up at her, standing there with her arms crossed and eyes icy cold. Keith decided that right then and there, he hated this woman. He hates her for being so cool and collected and taking her anger out on him.

He definitely deserved it for messing up any plan they had before, but God does he hate the sheer look on her face. She isn't even lifting a finger to do it herself.

They took his phone and his gun and hid them who God know's where. He had forgotten about the tracker Shiro put in his phone, but green wasn't so dumb not to check. She took it out with ease and without damaging the phone. The tracker, however, met a different fate under the hash stomp of her heel.

"Okay, you may strip now, " Pink says, unmoving.

She has no pity for him.

Keith glares at her, still hunched over and dripping wet. "I thought Blu—Lance was going to check if I have a wire on?" he asks, " and even if I did, it'd be too busted to work."

Pink's weight shifts to the other foot, she sends him a glare, harsh and cold and it doesn't stop. "Lance is the only thing keeping me from kicking your ass, " she spits out.

It's clear she doesn't like him either.

Keith can take a bloody hint.

Soon, Blue—Lance came riding in on a blue motorcycle. When he takes off the helmet, he doesn't bother to hide his face. He parks it and tosses the helmet back onto the bike.

Keith would be lying if he said he wasn't looking at Lance's messy helmet hair and how it curled well around his face. His cocky smile is in full view and uncaring and skin dazzling from sweat.

But he will lie.

Lance had pissed him off and betrayed him, but also saved him. Lance is so illogical that he doesn't even think his team can figure him out. 

Keith redirects his anger at Pink to Lance.

"Hey babe, " he says.

Keith scowls. "Don't, hi babe, me, " he says, turning all his attention to a smiling Lance. 

He laughs, noticing Keith dripping wet and shivering. It's a full-on laugh from the gut.

"Alright, leave me the angry wet lion, " he says, waving them off. "Looks like he needs someone to tare into, " he says smugly.

"Whatever Lance, " Green says waving him away. "I got to go back to work, " she says, already almost out of view. 

The others leave quickly after, leaving him alone with Lance. Lance stands there for a moment, far away and waiting. They both hear vehicle's engines rile up and the wound of tires hitting the road.

While Lance watches off in the bushes where the vehicles are making noise, Keith it watching him. 

Lance's like are tugged down into a frown, thinking. He's strangely calm, and not in a smug way, but in a calm and collected frown.

Keith even wondered if this was the same Lance that he slept with. The goofy, kid-loving, flirty, clumsy and overconfident guy Keith actually knew.

"So, " Lance says, throwing a bundle of clothes to him and he catches it. "Now you know, " he says calmly. 

Keith says nothing for a moment. He throws off his uniform shirt and slips on the hoodie that was provided for him.

"They threw, water on me, " he says, finally after a bit.

Lance nods, " yeah, " he says, walking forward. "Because I told them too, " he says.

Keith's head jerks up, looking up at Lance like he's lying. "You?" ha asks, " you had them toss like twelve-times!" he asks.

Lance frowns, " no?" he says.

Keith managed to slip on his new boxers and pants with a fine turn and groan.

"Whatever, " he says, " I don't want to talk to you, " he says.

Lance huffs, clearly just as tired and frustrated as him, but Keith didn't care.

"Keith? Baby look at me, " he begs tiredly. 

Keith wipes around, " I'm not your babe—" he stops, short of breath was Lance is now so close.

"Then I'll show you, " he says softly. Too soft, that should be illegal.

Keith says nothing. But he didn't think Lance expected him too.

He grabs Keith's hand, and he doesn't resist or pull away. He leads Keith to his motorcycle and hands him a helmet. He puts it on to find Lance already on the bike, helmet on, revving the engine like a toy.

Keith rolls his eyes and sits behind him, arms tightly wrapped around Lance's waist.

Even though he's mad, he can't ignore how warm Lance feels and how he wants to press his body close.