"So," Shiro said, mock-casually, leaning one shoulder against the frame of the bedroom door. "You don't talk about your family much."
There was something in his voice that made Lance pause what he was doing and look over at Shiro questioningly. "My family is a bunch of seals,(more)" he said slowly, because while he knew Shiro wasn't stupid, Shiro WAS human.
"Not all the time, though," Shiro said, and there was that same fake-casual lilt to his tone. He hadn't moved from the doorway, hair still damp from the shower he'd taken immediately upon coming home. "They're selkies, aren't they? Like you?"
"Why are you asking?"
"No reason." Shiro still didn't move, to come take his favorite seat on the couch beside Lance. The silence between them stretched heavy, until Shiro let out a small sigh. "Was Matt dating your sister?"
"Oh /no/," Lance said, and slapped a hand over his eyes.
"That's a yes, then."
Lance lifted his hand, looking to Shiro. "Ronnie didn't see you, did she? Did you tell her who you were? No, you didn't, you're still here." He got to his feet. "We gotta go /now/."
"Go? Where?" Shiro said, his voice tilting toward amused as Lance pulled Shiro out of the doorway.
"/Anywhere/, she will /kill/ you, Shiro-"
"Wait," Shiro said, and pulled his arm free. "What are you talking about?"
"You took the coat of a selkie prince," Lance said.
"You tricked me into taking your coat."
"Semantics," Lance said. "And, they don't know that." He put up one finger. "Princes don't get married to ~land dwellers~," he repeated in a clear imitation, "Princes serve their people."
"You already serve your people, by rescuing them," Shiro pointed out, and Lance gestured wildly, already in the bedroom.