This story was written by me, but I'm basing some context after the Autistic Galra Keith theory (*spoiler* which part of it is now canon) on Tumblr. The cartoon Voltron: Legendary Defenders and all respected characters belong to Netflix and DreamWorks TV Animation groups.

Reviews are welcome, but no hate comments, please.

Note: This is all in Keith's point of view.

-Enjoy-

Okay Keith you got this, just get up and walk away. There, that's it, just walk away without being noticed-

"HEY KEITH!", shouts Lance.

Oh no. Nononono please just let me go Lance! I need to get away from the party, I'm not doing well.

I would give anything to be able to say that, anything in the universe. But I can't; general concepts of communication skills are lost and confusing to me, so much so that I can't even understand a simple cheer that Lance tried to teach me, multiple times.

"Oh, hey Lance. Didn't hear you there, what's wrong?", I asked. Try to keep this short man, then run as soon as it's over.

"What's wrong is that you're leaving the party. Everything okay? You're been off lately, more than usual.", he said.

Do I tell him, no I can't, he wouldn't understand. He isn't like me.

"I mean, ever since your little breakdown, learning about your past and all, I haven't seen around a lot. You're not training, you're not present at meal times, even Shiro doesn't know what's up with you! Is the info bothering you?", he continues.

"What, nononono it's not that. It's just *sigh* I don't do well with parties like this, too crowded and noisy. I had problems before, but now with my new 'assets' it makes everything more there than it should be. Well for me anyway.", I told him. Great, you told him. He'll be questioning you now, keeping you away from your goal of getting away from this place.

"I don't understand, do you mind explaining, if you could?", Lance said.

See what you got yourself into. Be lucky you didn't go Garla and run away from him. Wait, that's not a bad idea. No Keith, no transforming. Not at a public party like this, only in private.

Even though Shiro was like the older brother I never had, Lance was the one I talked to the most about my problems to. He's the only person I feel completely safe with ironically, even if we argue a lot. Even before the mind melding thing Coran had us do, it felt like I had some weird connection with him, like I knew him for my entire life, which clearly wasn't true. He would help me find the right wording when I speak, or explain to me what a person said if I didn't understand them.

Some nights, if something big happened, we would meet up in a hallway somewhere in the ship and stare up at the stars, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. Lance would let me lean on him, most times he would put his arm around me, letting me know that I'm alright, safe and sound. No one was going to harm me, scare me, embarrass me, or take me away from the little amount of friends I call my family. That little gesture tells us both that we can talk what is needed to be said. Majority of the time it's him telling me about his family and life back home, friends and the games they played, and how when we get back he's going to introduce me to them and beg his parents to let me stay with them. I tell him that I don't think that it's a good idea to demand his parents to let him keep me, but he laughs every time. Always saying "No way! They'll love you, just like the rest of us do! Mullet and all, trust me!" and finishing of with his 'famous' thanks-for-listening-to-my-rambling smile. He rambles a lot, but he somehow knows that when I bury my head into to my body, to stop. Like he knows about my issues. Little things I do that I wished people knew meant I don't like what they're doing or disliking the situation, he gets. I know he needs to ramble about things, it calms him, or at least that's what he tells me.

"I have a sensory problem.", I say bluntly.

"I knew that, what I don't understand is which sense do you have issues with.", Lance said.

"What do you think, all of them! It's too loud for me to stand. Too many people around me. The food is terrible, don't tell Coran I knew he cooked it! I can't focus on you or anyone because of the crowds. And everyone's scent there is overwhelming. I can't handle it, I'm starting to stim because of it.", I blurted out.

Oops, that wasn't supposed to be said. Nice going idiot. Please don't laugh.

Last time I said something like this to my past 'friends', they laughed at me and told me to get some mental help. And that's after the fact I started to freak out because of the situation at hand. That and they wouldn't stop bothering me about my behavior. Now you know why I'm so rebellious, I can't comprehend social events.

"So you're Autistic, that's not surprising at all.", he said.

Waitwaitwait, what did he just say. Where did he hear that from, oh.

"You look so shocked, come on! Let's find a quiet hallway and do what we do when we talk in private. Sit down, stare at the stars…"

"And just relax and talk about life.", I finished.

"That's the spirit! Let's go! No permission needed, right?", asked Lance while taking my arm and dragging me away from the party.

Finally!

"Heh, yeah, no permission needed. No permission needed at all.", I confirmed.

And we leave. Away from the noise, the people, the sickening food 'Sorry Coran'; to a quiet, private place, where communication isn't an asset needed for the tasks to come.