Keith braced himself on his knees for a bit, panting.

"The damn weather..." His hand clenched a little. "The air... it's heavy."

Standing upright was hard. Standing at all was hard. But he shook his head.

"I'll... I'll be okay... just... when it shifts again."

Who knew? Maybe it would shift enough that the temperature would drop and he'd be forced to bundle back up and hide all that skin that was making Lance crazy.