[Lance had done his best to print out everything that wasn't already hanging in their shared room. Most everything, at least, not wanting to burn out the printer. Maybe after getting more ink he'd print out the last bits.

He puts an arm around Keith's shoulder, drawing him in.]

Yeah. I know that not everything might be there, 'cause I can't remember every single picture he used to have in his room, but I tried my best. We can put these wherever you want. In our room, in the Lion's Den, in an album, anywhere.