The Secrets Within Ourselves (KLANCE)

Song Of The Chapter:
Home II - Dotan

The next few days were slow.
Since Lance was still pretty immobile, Keith couldn't do much with him. He had no intention on paying his foster family a visit, so he he made up the spare time with Shiro practicing in the gym.
He had grown to enjoy company with the other male, connecting to him about shared interests and other topics.
When he was needed, Keith would go out and help the community.
But overall? It was a calm few days off.

By the second week, Lance had improved by a lot. His wounds were healing nicely, to the point where he didn't necessarily need bandages.
Keith insisted he kept them on anyway.
Not only did his wounds improve on extreme measures, but so did his weight. He was more stable, eating his normal meals.
In general, Lance was feeling better, mentally and physically.
Except for one thing nagging at the back of his mind.
He would have to rob a bank once he was fit enough for the job. He knew that would be soon, too, proven by his massive recovery over the past week. He was capable of walking now without wincing every step. He went to the gym every morning to stretch and practice the most he could. It would only be a matter of time before he was good as new.

"Do you want to do something?" Keith asked one of the mornings as they sat lazily around in the room. Lance was busy studying a single snowflake as it danced around his fingers. The brunette barely looked up to reply to Keith.
"Like what?"
Keith shrugged, attempting to amuse himself by looking out the window.
"I don't know. It's just... you've been inside for a few days now and I think it is a good time to finally get outside. It's a really nice day, too."
Lance's gazed over to Keith and said flatly, "You don't have to worry about me so much. Besides, it might not be a good idea for me to go out at the moment."
Keith's eyes were quizzical.
"What do you mean?"
Lance didn't reply at first. He wasn't sure it was a good idea to mention that his father was watching every move he made.
"What do you mean?"
Lance waved Keith's repeated question off. He didn't want to answer it.
But Keith was relentless in getting Lance to answer him. He sat up straighter, his full attention directed to his roommate sitting across the room.
"Lance, what do you mean it's not a good idea?"
Lance shook his head, no longer wanting to dwell on the conversation.
"Nothing, Keith. It's fine."
Keith was getting slightly frustrated.
"No Lance, don't do that 'it's fine' thing, because most of the time it isn't fine. I just thoug-"
Lance cut Keith off with an irritated sigh.
"Keith, I don't want to go out because I might be tracked, okay?"
Keith's gaze immediately softened, dropping to the floor.
"Oh."
Lance was quiet.
"Why don't we just stay on campus? Nobody should see us if we stay on school grounds."
Lance let out a long exhale of defeat.
Maybe a walk would be good.
"Sure, why not."

Almost as soon as the two left the building, they were accompanied by Pidge and Hunk. It was awkward for Lance to see Pidge besides her visits to check on him. There was a slight rift in their friendly relationship, he could tell. Pidge was more cautious around him, trailing closer to Keith or Hunk.
Lance felt the ache in his chest grow bigger, but he blocked it out with a smile.
It's what he's always done.

"Do you guys want to go see a movie or something tonight?" Hunk was slurping down a large homemade smoothie as the group walked aimlessly around the campus.
"I have to finish a report for one of my classes," Pidge commented with a frown. Lance laughed, stealing Hunk's smoothie to take a sip.
"Loosen up Pidge, it's only one night."
"Hanging out with you guys is not productive."
Lance rolled his eyes.
"Not everything has to be productive, Pidge. Come on, we can go see a movie, it will be fun."
Pidge let out an exasperated sigh.
"Fine, but someone else is paying for my ticket."
Lance winked. "I gotcha covered."

To Lance, maybe a night back together with his friends would help him reconnect to everyone, and take his mind away from his worries. How would one of his father's workers find him, anyways? It could have been a sheer coincidence that one of the workers was in the coffee shop. Either way, Lance planned to enjoy himself tonight, for old times' sake.