keith: *injured, laying on the ground, losing consciousness*
lance: keith! *runs over to him, cradles his body*
keith: come … closer …
keith: … i need … i need … *gasps for air*
lance: *wiping tears* what do you need
keith: *pulls lance closer by his collar* … a tailor
lance:
keith: *grins* you know, someone who can really thread the needle



