[It's not what he expected. There's no reaction. Nothing. He might as well have been putting his arms around a statue. A dream or ... or something in his head. He holds it. Just for a moment longer. As if, somehow, that's going to change things, going to solidify this as something real.]

[Or shake off the feeling of dread.]

... I can show you where. If you want.

[He steps back, at that. Letting his hands drop to his sides. As if he's stepped over some kind of line he didn't realize existed now.]

Keith.

[Before he knows what he even wants to say, it comes out. Maybe there's something Pidge didn't tell him. Or something she didn't know about. Something that happened between when he last saw everyone and the wormholes she talked about. Something to put what feels like a rift between them.]

[It feels wrong.]

[They should be glad to see each other again. They should be talking. Catching up. Not standing here with the feeling of a sword over their heads.]

You know if... there's something you need to talk about... You know I'll listen.