[Keith didn't move from where he was at the edge, squeezing his eyes shut as Lance hit him again with those words and feelings.]

Well, I'm sorry! [Keith snapped it back, sharp.] I don't know what else to do here! I'm sorry I was a bad leader. I'm sorry I left the team in a bad spot. I'm sorry I failed. I'm sorry I forgot!

What do you want from me? [Keith's voice cracked.] I hate this, Lance. I hate that you don't want to be around me anymore. [Sure, they had a rocky friendship, but that didn't mean Keith didn't care for Lance. He'd finally wrapped his head around the fact that they could bicker and tease, and it was a good thing. It was comfortable. They no longer hated each other.]

You know what? Maybe I should just go... [Keith stood up.] You can come talk to me when you're done being a fish.