[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.]

Comments

[the_tailor]

It wouldn't be me if I didn't do something stupid.

[He tries to give a little smile. Tries to joke, because that's his thing.]

[pidge_out]

[Dammit, Lance--]

Just for that, I'm hitting you next time I see you.

[the_tailor]

What?! No! You have tiny fists but you know how to use 'em.

[He gives a little frown. It isn't as if he doesn't provoke her most if not all of the time, but...]

[pidge_out]

I'm very efficient. [But then she sighs, reaches up to rub tiredly at her forehead.] Give me one good reason I shouldn't.

[the_tailor]

Because...you wouldn't want to hurt someone you obviously care for?

[She wouldn't be upset at him if she didn't care for him!]

[pidge_out]

[That gets Lance such a look. Even if it's true that she cares a great deal about her teammates (and some members of her ship crew), that doesn't mean she has to put up with Lance throwing it into her face like this.]

I don't mind when I'm the one doing the hurting.

[the_tailor]

[It's kind of funny how unsettled Lance gets when Pidge gives him that look. She may be tiny and about fifty pounds soaking wet, but somehow, she manages to be more intimidating sometimes than half the Galra they fight.]

Think of what Shiro would say!

[pidge_out]

[There's the tiniest smirk at the corner of her lip as she folds her arms over her chest.] Shiro wouldn't have to know.

[the_tailor]

I'd tell him.

[He crosses his arms. Intimidating as this little girl might be, it still comforts him to partake in their usual back and forth.]

[pidge_out]

[This is easy. And it's distracting. Which is exactly what Pidge wants right now.] You tell him and it'd be the last thing you ever do.

[the_tailor]

How could you say that with that smile on your face?

[pidge_out]

Don't be such a baby, Lance.

[the_tailor]

This coming from Number Five?

[pidge_out]

Just because I'm the shortest doesn't mean I'm the biggest baby. Because that's you.