Keith made a face at the back of Lance's head, because that was totally mature, right? He honestly didn't care at the moment. He grabbed something so he could sit as well, using a pair of tweezers from the kit to make sure any splinters were out. And, even if Lance couldn't feel it, he was still being really gentle about it. Thankfully, he had enough control over his emotions at the moment to not take it out on this.

He was fine. This was fine. Everything was fine. He wasn't even really sweating that much at the moment. Not enough to drip anyway. But, it was still annoying to just feel so damp. Gross. He paused for just a moment to back away a bit and finally give in, using the bottom of that tank top to wipe at his face and neck again... just... lifting it up and rubbing it across that damp skin.

See? He wiped his sweat... sure, it showed some abs again, but he did it, okay?

Once he felt okay that everything was cleaned well enough, and that nothing vital had been damaged in Lance's hand, he carefully wrapped it up to keep the wound protected. He stood up without a word once he was done, packing things back into the kit to finish up.]