"I am NOT-" Lance hissed, his voice echoing despite his low tone, and he dropped it further as Shiro shut the door behind him, enclosing them both in the cramped space, "sharing a room with them, Shiro!"
"Would you rather sleep outside?" Shiro was unamused; he was running o(more)n even less sleep than Lance and wasn't in the mood to put up with anything that would keep him from passing out face-first in a musty motel pillow.
"In a word? YES."
"Lance, it's like 30 degrees outside."
"I have blubber." Lance folded his arms and scowled, as Shiro pushed a hand back through his hair. "She's a vampire, Shiro. She has Keith under her thrall."
At that, Shiro did hesitate finally. He mirrored Lance's pose subconsciously, folding his arms as he regarded his husband. "He's not under a thrall," Shiro said finally, and Lance let out a noise of disbelief, going to throw his arms wide but realizing he didn't really have the space. "I've seen her thrall, Lance. Keith is doing this of his own volition."
"Yeah, okay," Lance said. "I'm sleeping in the bathtub then, at least that door locks."
They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Keith's voice, muffled and exhausted as Shiro's. "You two done in there? I gotta piss."
"Piss out the window," Lance yelled through the door as Shiro said, "one second, Keith."
They both glared at each other, and Shiro said, pointedly, "if Allura really wanted to hurt you, do you think the lock on this door would really stop her?"
"I'm not worried about /me/," Lance said. Shiro pulled Lance in so that he could kiss the top of his head.
"I love you," he said, "but I'm not sleeping on the floor while you sleep in the tub."(less)