[ even that doesn't break the spell immediately, as lance looks thoroughly confused and just repeats his own name in a way that suggests he can't fathom why it's being spoken.

then the memory spits him out and lance is staring at keith in the cockpit of his former lion, dick in hand and keith looking like someone just stabbed him through the heart. lance shrieks and scrabbles for the nearest something-- his jacket-- and clutches it over him like a woman would clutch a bedsheet, legs drawn up comically into the command chair. ]

What the hell man, this is private lion time, can't you fucking-- knock or something?! Jesus! And you! [ he turns his head to yell directly at the console, meaning the red lion itself. ] What the fuck? What the fucking fuck was that, you made me call him Shiro!