Keith fell asleep again in Shiro's lap. Shiro held him in both arms, as Keith's head rested against Shiro's collarbone.

As Keith snoozed, Shiro admired his beauty, and thought about their current situation. He wonders when they'll be able to see Lance again--next time they do, they'll have an accurate list of exaclty what physical and psychological damage has been done that can't be undone. The thought of it dawning on him, he sighs and closes his eyes, and leans his head against Keith's.

Why would Lance do this? he asks himself. Was he really that depressed? How did we not notice? Does he resent us for this?

A tear slipped down Shiro's cheek. Lance didn't remember what happened when they went to see him. Maybe he regained his memory. If not, that's also concerning, because then it means he has brain damage, and it also means he could be triggered at any moment and it all could come flooding back, and then maybe he'll... try it again... and what if he's not there to stop him?

No, he retorted. We will be there. Lance will get better. He'll be okay--we'll all be okay.

And with that mission stuck in his head, he waited another hour before receiving any news from the doctors.