The television was the only source of light in the room. Lance closed the door quietly because Shiro was stretched out in the bed and he didn't want to disturb him, but Shiro lifted his head and raised himself up on one elbow, looking to the door for confirmation.(more) "Hey," Lance said gently, and Shiro's exhausted expression softened in recognition. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
"Wasn't asleep," Shiro said, voice hoarse. Lance paused at the visitor's chairs to deposit his bag, before climbing up onto the bed with Shiro. Shiro went to raise his arm and blanched, looked at the stump and then quickly to Lance's face to gauge his reaction. Lance didn't blink, settling against his right side.
"How do you feel?" Lance said, chin resting on Shiro's chest.
"Weak," Shiro said after a moment. "But, better," he added. "I'm alive."
"Yeah," Lance said softly. His blue eyes caught the dim light. "I don't know what I would have done if you died, Shiro."
Shiro smiled. "It'll take a lot more than an enchantress to kill me," he said, and scratched his nose sheepishly.
"That's what Keith said too," Lance didn't look convinced.
"Keith knows me well," Shiro tousled Lance's hair with his left hand. "No kiss for your ailing husband?"
"Jackass," Lance leaned up to kiss him chastely. He settled back down against Shiro, glancing at the old black-and-white on the television for a moment. "What are you watching?"
Shiro stroked his fingers through Lance's hair, attention drawn now to something far more important than the background noise of the tv. "You," he said softly, and Lance flushed red, glancing back at Shiro.
"Missed you," Lance said finally, as Shiro caught his chin and tugged him back in for another kiss.