[Lance is tall. Out of all the paladins, he's probably the closest to Shiro's height. But he's also lean and even with all their training, he's light compared. So when he stumbles and tries to dig in his heels and just ends up stumbling some more -
Shiro simply reaches one arm down, hooks it around Lance's waist, and lifts.
It lifts Lance right off his feet. And Shiro is almost to the door. Shiro's doing his best but his chest feels tight and the back of his head is starting to tighten as well. Which means there's something worming its way up that really wants him to remember or relive or simply have the horrible feeling of remembering without remembering and here is not the time or place for it. His voice is a mutter.]
You're half a tick away from just being tucked up under my arm, Lance. Move your boots, cadet.
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Shiro simply reaches one arm down, hooks it around Lance's waist, and lifts.
It lifts Lance right off his feet. And Shiro is almost to the door. Shiro's doing his best but his chest feels tight and the back of his head is starting to tighten as well. Which means there's something worming its way up that really wants him to remember or relive or simply have the horrible feeling of remembering without remembering and here is not the time or place for it. His voice is a mutter.]
You're half a tick away from just being tucked up under my arm, Lance. Move your boots, cadet.