[video] [action]

[the_tailor]

Who: Lance and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Blameless
When: Shortly post planet go boom


[Video]

[The vast majority of people here know Lance as constantly loud, boisterous, all smiles even in the face of bad news. Constantly flitting from person to person, acting as a sort of giant team cheerleader. But this Lance? He looks small and tired. If you squint, you can see a little tremble passing through his body. He can't even muster up one of his trademark smiles right now.]

So that's it, huh? That's...it. That's all we could do.


[Action - Blameless]

[Lance knows he can't just lay here in his room and mope. People need him, he could still help. It's his role to comfort people and to keep their spirits up. He should be doing that, and helping with first aid anyone who got injured. He should, but he can't move from his bed right now. All the fear of this situation is finally settling in--no, it's more like a truck hitting him at full speed.

He's spent all this time helping everyone he can, distracting them, in a way distracting himself, and it's only now after it's all over that he realizes how terrified he's been all along. And especially now, with the dead remains of a planet floating right outside his window... And Looma...

You're useless without your lion and Voltron. Part of him knows that it isn't true; he'd helped some others through the month and he evacuated as many people as he can, but his fear is leaving him hyperfocused on those he couldn't save.]

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[tempredmental]

Yeah... Yeah, I can do that.

[He had done it for him, after all. Keith felt a little like he owed Lance. It wasn't like they were the best at getting along, so the fact that Lance had gone out of his way like that to make sure Keith was okay... Keith appreciated it.]

I'll be over in a bit.

[the_tailor]

Thanks. I'll make us some of whatever passes for tea on this ship.

[A gives a more genuine smile, though still tired, and shuts off the video. While Keith makes his way over, Lance goes to the kitchen, brewing the aforementioned beverages. Once that's done, he goes back to his room, sitting down on the bed and placing them on the bedside table.]

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[tempredmental]

[Keith nodded and, once the he was sure the ship was settled in with the Fleet, he headed for the transporter and teleported over. It was easier that way. He was too tired, honestly, to deal with taking a shuttle. And he knew one of their engineers was going to want to look everything over anyway after that, so he decided to leave them all in place.

He saw movement, spotting Lance just as he headed into his room down the hall as he came out of the teleporter room, so he headed there. He gave a small knock once he got to the door.]

Hey.

[the_tailor]

Hey. Come in.

[Once Keith enters the room, Lance gives him another tired smile. He's a little banged up from barely escaping the explosion in a small shuttle, but the exhaustion is mental too, and it shows in his eyes. They're not as bright as they usually are.

He pats the bed next to him.]

There's tea over there, if you want.

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked at the cups.]

Did you claim one, yet?

[He settled on the bed.]

[the_tailor]

Nope. No Lance cooties to worry about.

[Jokes help, right?]

[tempredmental]

So, you're admitting you have cooties?

[He reached over and took one of the cups, then.

Yup. Jokes can help.]

[the_tailor]

[He takes the other carefully, sipping at it. It's cooled down enough for that, at least.]

No, but I bet you do.

[Brilliant comeback. Even more than usual.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith just raised an eyebrow.]

Hardly.

[He smirked a little bit as he took a sip of the tea. It wasn't as good as the stuff they had purchased and were keeping on the Huntress. Keith would have to ask to see if the others were okay with sharing. He knew Shiro was probably really annoyed at the bad tea.]

[the_tailor]

Hmph.

[A few moments go pass before he speaks up again.]

...Thanks. For coming by. I know you're mega tired and need sleep, but you still came out here.

[tempredmental]

[He scrunched up his eyebrows a little and then shrugged.]

You're tired, too. We need to support each other. We're a team.

[There was more to it, sure, but Keith wasn't sure about any of it, yet. And he wasn't sure how to articulate it. So, yeah.]

[the_tailor]

A team, huh... Yeah, guess we are, aren't we?

[Friends, Keith. The word you're looking for is "friends", at the very least.]

Still, thanks. It actually does mean a lot.

[tempredmental]

Yeah.

[Keith did manage a small smile. But, yes. He was definitely tired. Words were hard on a good day.]

You did the same for me. I guess... it's more than that.

[He looked down into the tea.]

[the_tailor]

You getting all mushy on me now, Keith?

[He leans in, giving him a gentle nudge with his shoulder.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked away.]

You started it.

[the_tailor]

Hey, I never said it was a bad thing.

[tempredmental]

[He just shrugged.]

No. You didn't.

[the_tailor]

[Another nudge, and he takes a few more sips of his tea. It really is pretty awful.]

I'm... I'm glad you're not hurt.

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked back at Lance with that.]

I'm glad you weren't hurt, too.

[He noticed the pictures in Lance's room at that point, and shifted his gaze to look them over.]

Where did you ge- [He cut himself off. Was that...?] That's from the wedding...

[the_tailor]

Oh, yeah. Shiro took, like, a bajillion pictures. He ended up getting a printer aboard the ship, so I decided to print out a bunch. Make a little collage, you know? And--

[Oh.

Right.

Of course, there's the picture of him and Keith dancing, displayed rather prominently among the others. He ducks his head down.]

[tempredmental]

So he sent it to you, too...

[Though, Shiro had told him that, but Keith hadn't expected Lance to put it on display.]

[the_tailor]

He did, yeah. Sent me a bunch.

[He knows that Keith has noticed that picture up, though.]

If--if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll take it down.

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked at it for a moment, and then shrugged.]

It's your room.

[He sipped at the tea. It wasn't worth getting upset over the picture... not after what had just happened.]

[the_tailor]

Still. Sorry.

[Yeeeeah, he kind of figured Keith wasn't exactly happy about the picture either. Right now, he just focuses on the tea, feeling a little guilty about that too.]

[tempredmental]

Look, it happened. We thought we had a good spot, but we didn't. Not much we can do about that now.

You can leave it there.

[Keith knew the moment had been important to Lance. He wouldn't have been so insistent about doing it if it hadn't been. So, if he wanted to have the picture up, that was fine. He'd deal with it.]