Keith had walked the entire surface of this moon several times and he was sure he hadn't seen the stupid crystal Allura had insisted was here. But saying he walked the entire surface wasn't much of a feat. The moon was only something like 3 kilometers. There wasn't even space to park his Lion, and the red craft hovered above the small moon, clinging to its weak orbit. He had gone slowly at first, the first walk around taking half an hour. Now, 40 minutes later, he was frustrated, the balls of his feet ached, and he tore through the terrain. Allura was sure the crystal was here.

'And why shouldn't I trust the alien who's been asleep for 10,000 years', he thought bitterly. He passed the same rock for a fifth time and stopped dead in his tracks, letting out a groan. This wasn't a mission Keith was suited too. He hated wasting time, and he hated being an errand boy. He sat down on the rock with a huff and pulled out one of the small food packs he had. The stuff inside reminded him of astronaut ice cream, but it definitely wasn't chocolate flavored. It was sour, and if you left it sitting out (like a certain blue paladin often did) it started to smell like dead flowers. Still, it was better than only eating food goo.

"Paladins? Is everything going okay?" Allura's voice through his headset startled him after the eerie quiet of the moon.

"Everything's fine here." Shiro answered her immediately. He and Pidge had been tasked with gathering supplies from a nearby planet where a semi-civilized species lived. These little trading trips were their only chances to get anything new, especially food-wise. Coran could preach the wonders of food goo as much as he wanted, but that didn't make it taste better at dinner. Keith would have liked to accompany them, but Allura had sworn that the crystal was definitely on this moon and definitely worth it.
Keith did his best to hide his resentment as he checked in that everything was fine, but there was no sign of the crystal.

Allura ignored that last bit. "Lance, Hunk, what's your status?" She sounded distracted, but that quickly changed as only static crackled back. "Lance? Hunk? Can you hear me?"
Keith swore he heard something but the next second, it was replaced by static.

"Uh, maybe they're just out of range?" Pidge piped up.
The radio went silent, Shiro and Pidge presumably in the middle of a market, and Allura now typing furiously at the castle commands, trying to find her paladins.
Keith sat for another minute, trying to swallow down his dehydrated food.
Suddenly a gunshot sounded loudly in his ears, and he shot up, dropping his pack and drawing his bayard in one fluid motion. He stood, all senses alert and screaming, ready for action. But nothing happened.

"What was that?" Shiro spoke through the headset and Keith realized he must have heard it too. That meant…

"It sounded like Lance's gun!"

"Are you sure?"

Pidge scoffed. "I've only spent hours messing with that thing! Of course I'm sure."

"Why was he firing his gun?"

"Lance? Lance, do you copy?"
They all went silent, hoping for a response.

"…-unk!-"

"Lance!"

"Hunk? Lance?"
Static burned through the radio for a moment and then they heard it again.

"-ome on! Allura, Do you hear me? We need hel-"

"Allura, send me their coordinates!" Keith was running to where his Lion was anchored before the words left his mouth.
"We're right behind you!"

Lance's face burned, and he could hardly see through the blood and sweat dripping into his eyes. His arms burned from supporting Hunk and carrying his bayard. His legs burned from running and his lungs were fire in his chest, pure adrenaline coursing through his entire body. It was the only thing keeping him upright.

"Hunk, buddy, I really need you right now." Hunk was barely hanging onto his arm and Lance was practically dragging him at this point. He wedged them against a rock, taking some of the strain off his arm. He didn't know why none of the paladins were responding and he was scared. He'd been calling for back-up for 10 minutes, and that was 10 minutes that Hunk had spent bleeding onto him, almost unconscious.

Lance looked up to the sky, hoping for a miracle. Not some higher power, just a couple giant, robot lions would do. His minute of rest was quickly interrupted, as a grenade smashed against the rock above him. The explosion rang in his ears, and he dove, tugging Hunk down with him. Lance had been lucky so far that these guys had such bad aim, but the splash damage was just as dangerous, and it was only a matter of time before a grenade hit him square in the chest. He let go of Hunk and flipped onto his back, firing off a few shots from his bayard, hoping that would buy him a little more time. He was sure he had hit a couple, but there were too many to take out.

When he and Hunk had first arrived on this planet, it had been a completely different scene. The two paladins had been smiling and joking to each other, almost forgetting what they had been sent to do. They had set off exploring the cave systems and scenery, considering this a vacation. It had been Lance's fault really. He was showing off. He slipped. How was he supposed to know that one rock was the sacred one? They had attacked immediately, slipping from the shadows and dropping from the walls. The creatures were barely four feet tall, their skin a mottled gray-brown, with spikes on their back that looked like stalactites when they hung upside down. They moved fast and used their camouflage to flank and attack hard. The first grenade had landed at Hunk's feet, sending shrapnel straight up to the chinks in his armor and exposed parts of his body. Hunk hadn't even made it out of the cave before his legs gave out and Lance started dragging him. Now that they were out of the caves, the creatures couldn't get so close, but they were still deadly.

Lance's left eye was swollen shut, throwing off his aim and his arms were riddled in small cuts and soaked in blood, his and Hunk's. Taking advantage of the precious time he had, he flipped back to Hunk and gripped the larger paladin's arm, trying to haul him to his feet.

"Hunk come on! Please, Hunk, please. I can carry you, you just gotta get up!"
Hunk groaned and Lance felt himself shaking.

"Lance…"

"No, come on!" The yellow paladin didn't move to get up and Lance couldn't stop the lump from forming in his throat. Hearing a rustle behind him, he clenched his jaw and threw himself back down, covering Hunk. A savage cry ripped from his throat and he pulled the trigger on his bayard, spraying in every direction. In the corner or his eyes, past the blur of sweat and tears, he saw a few of the creatures drop, either dead or retreating. He tried not to think about it.
His hands suddenly registered the heat from his gun and he dropped it. The world went quiet, aside from a high-pitched ringing and Lance's own heartbeat pounding in his ears. He watched for any sign of movement, hardly daring to breathe. A full minute passed. Lance was almost starting to believe he'd scared them all off. And then he saw something whiz toward his head, and the rock next to them exploded. His vision went black and he scrambled blindly for his bayard. He blinked away spots and choked back a sob, coughing up the cloud of dust that enveloped them. Before he could lift his gun again, something very loud roared above him.

Literally roared.

"WHOOP!" Lance's voice cracked and he couldn't help the swell in his chest when he saw the red Lion.
He wasn't going to die. They had heard him. They were here to help him. They were going to save him. They were going to save Hunk.

Hunk.

Lance rolled over, his feet knocking into his gun as he scrambled to shift Hunk enough to see his chest.
There was large gash where a piece of shrapnel had wedged deep into the flesh just below his armor. His chest plate was smeared a sickening shade of red, and Lance's shaking hands slipped off it. He barely heard the deafening fight behind him as he searched desperately for some sign Hunk was still…

"Hunk?" His voice was small, almost inaudible, but he sighed in relief when Hunk let out a shallow, shuddering breath.
The battle behind him was over in minutes, the creatures scared back into the caves by the red Lion, and any fight left was quickly drained when the green and black Lions appeared in the sky and landed as well.
Shiro rushed to Lance's side, horrified by the sight of Lance's hands covered in the blood as he put pressure against Hunk's wound.

"Please…" Lance wasn't saying it to anyone in particular and he didn't sound like himself. Shiro realized how urgent the situation was. He moved Lance, and, with Keith's help, picked up Hunk, quickly rushing him to the black Lion.
Pidge held Lance's elbow, and they trailed behind.

"Are you okay to drive?"
Lance took a second to register the question and answer.

"I- No."

"Yeah, your eye looks pretty bad." Pidge ignored the numbness in his voice and the way his feet were barely lifting from the ground. "It's okay, your Lion will just follow us." Pidge lead him to the green Lion and it wasn't long before all five paladins left planet, the blue and yellow Lions powering themselves. They didn't move as smoothly as the other Lions, but it wasn't long to the castle.

"Allura, we've got them. Get a healing pod ready." Lance sat behind Pidge's chair and removed his helmet before he had to hear any more of the conversation. His whole body sagged and he felt himself nodding off.

Lance couldn't bring himself to be in the room when they got Hunk ready for the pod. He sat by himself in the hallway, trying to ignore the dried blood under his nails and smeared across his armor. None of them had undressed yet.
He felt sick. He felt tired. He was angry and sad and completely numb all at once. Usually after rough missions and hard days, he'd find Hunk, who would hug him, and they'd sit together and just be there for each other. Now, he had nobody, and he didn't know what to do.
Pidge emerged a few minutes later, looking tired and wiping their brow. They caught sight of Lance still sitting by the door and joined them.

"He'll be fine, you know."

"Yeah." Lance forced a small smirk.

"What happened anyway?"

"Ah, I dunno. I guess we- I guess I made them angry." Because he would never blame Hunk for anything.

"Damn, that sucks."

"That's five dollars to the swear jar Pidge." Lance referred to the jar that Shiro had set-up in the common room after he found out the other paladins were learning swears from the aliens they met and using them in every sentence they could.

"Worth it. Come on, let's get cleaned up. I'm tired."

"Yeah."

An hour later, Lance was in a t-shirt and loose pj pants. They had all raided the castle after only a while of living there and getting tired of wearing the same outfit every day. Lance had called dibs on the most elaborate and fancy Altean clothes, but the pj pants were a score too. Dinner had come and gone, quick and tense, even though Pidge, Shiro and Keith had been making light conversation. Lance couldn't eat. His stomach was still twisted up into knots and every so often his ears would ring faintly, a reminder of the day's events and the night he was blown up by Sendak's bomb.

He left his room to wander the castle. What he wouldn't do for one of Hunk's hugs right then. He hated showing any weakness to the other paladins, fearing that they wouldn't respect him or trust him. Being immature and a clown was better than that. Hunk was the only one he trusted with his real emotion. It had been that way at the garrison too. Every time he wiped a simulator or got reprimanded by an instructor, Hunk was the one he turned to for comfort.
Without realizing, his feet had brought him to the common room, and he almost didn't see Shiro at first. The older paladin was sitting on the couch, reading something. He hadn't noticed Lance, and Lance almost backed out, but suddenly he just really didn't want to be alone.

"Hey."

Shiro looked up, almost with a start and Lance caught the flash of panic in his eye. He often forgot how jumpy Shiro could be.

"Hey, Lance." And that was almost the end of the conversation, but Lance lingered in the doorway for just a second too long before going and sitting down. Shiro put down the portscreen he was using and watched Lance.

"You okay?" He didn't sound like Lance's superior. His voice was the same one Hunk used, low and quiet and sincere.
Lance couldn't stand it. Something cracked then, with those words, and he couldn't stop the sob that shuddered out. In an instant Shiro had an arm around him and Lance crumpled. They stayed like that for a while as Lance's shoulders shook. Shiro didn't say anything.

"Shiro?" Keith had been looking for him for a while and made his way into the common room.
"Are you-" He stopped, seeing the two paladins on the couch. They were laying back against the armrest, Shiro scrolling through something on a portscreen, and Lance tucked into the crook of his other arm, asleep.
Shiro hummed a greeting.
"Uh, I just…Why is he…"
Shiro looked up, abandoning his reading for the second time that night.

"He was upset." He said it simply and Keith almost scoffed, but he noticed the red rims of Lance's eyes, the blotchy cheeks, the way he wasn't holding onto Shiro but just laying there. Normally, he saw Lance as attention seeking, a goof-off, somebody that didn't take things too seriously. Seeing him now, like this, complicated that.

"Oh."

"What did you need?"

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to come spar, but…" He crossed the room and sat by Shiro's feet, careful not to disturb the sleeping paladin.
There was a moment of silence.

"He sounded scared."

"Mm?"

"Earlier, over the radio."

"Ah."

"Pidge took a look at his helmet. They said it had been pretty badly damaged and that's why we couldn't hear him calling for help."
Another silence.

"They said that if it had been crushed a little bit more, the radio might not have worked at all. We could have never heard them."

"We did though. It's okay."

"Yeah."

"We probably shouldn't tell Lance any of that, though."
The two paladins looked at Lance and then at each other.
Another silence hung in the air, longer and easier.

"Pidge owes the jar like twenty bucks by the way."
Shiro barked out a laugh, but stifled it, so Lance wouldn't wake-up.

"How long are you gonna lay like that?"

"Eh. Robot arms don't really fall asleep." It was Keith's turn to smile. He stood and walked back to the door.

"I'll make sure Pidge doesn't take any pictures while you're sleeping."
"Gee, thanks."
Keith took one last glance at Lance as he left. He remembered back to when Shiro had been declared dead. He remembered trying to be tough and not letting anyone know how broken he felt. He remembered getting expelled from the garrison. He remembered being lost and trying to find some comfort to cling to. He remembered how Lance was feeling. And suddenly he realized that they weren't complete opposites. They just covered up in different ways.

Lance woke up before Shiro and slipped out of the room silently. His back was drenched in sweat and there was still sleep in his eyes, but there was still one person he hadn't seen yet. His limbs still felt like lead as he trudged to the healing pod room. The door slid open with a hiss. He figured it was only around 6 am, and his sense of time was usually pretty accurate. He sat cross-legged in front of Hunk's pod. Hunk looked peaceful, nothing like the mess he was yesterday. His hair was down; his bandana being washed with the rest of his things. Lance still had scratches and cuts littered across his body, some deep enough that they would definitely leave scars. He had a black eye and his lip was split painfully.

Hunk, on the other hand, looked almost completely healed. The small cuts were gone and the bruises were fading. They had probably bandaged him up before putting him in the pod. He lost a lot of blood. Lance wondered how long it would take him to heal. He had been in a pod for a day or so at least, and his injuries hadn't been worse than Hunk's. Thinking about the hole in his friend's gut made him frown.

"Hi buddy." The words hung in the air. "Miss you."

He sat there for a long time, not really thinking of anything after that. But, it wasn't long until the door hissed open again behind him. He twisted his body to see who it was. Allura stood there, in some sort of nightgown thing. It must still be pretty early then.

"Hey Princess." He gave her a small smile and she smiled back.

"Hello Lance."
She came and sat next to him, not looking very ladylike. He caught of whiff of something flowery, but it definitely wasn't any flower from earth.

"He'll do fine."

"Mm? Oh. Yeah, he always does." That was true. Hunk was the only one that never got in trouble. Hunk was always the one bailing everybody else out.

"Did Pidge and Shiro get anything good to eat yesterday?"

"I haven't had a chance to go over the inventory yet. Would you like to accompany me?"

"Sounds fun." They stood at the same time, but before Lance could step away, she had her hands on his shoulders.

"Uh-"

"Lance. He really will be fine."

"Yeah, I kno-"

"It's okay to talk to people."
He didn't have a reply, just swallowed hard.

"I know it's hard. You want to appear strong. You don't want them to see how weak you can be. When I lost my father-" her voice cracked slightly,"- For the second time, it was the worst feeling I've ever felt. To have your one comfort ripped from you- It's scary. And I know you don't want to talk about it. You don't have to right now. But it's okay to talk about it sometimes."
She was staring him directly in the eye and as much as he felt trapped by her purple gaze, he felt just as safe.

"He's not the only one that loves you Lance. We all do."
And before he had a chance to recover, she had let go of him and was smiling.

"Come on." He blinked, turned. Laughed.

"Yeah, ok. Coming. Let's count some food."

It was two days later, and all the paladins were gathered in the healing pod room after Allura had called them.

"According to his vitals, Hunk should be fully healed and emerging in just a little while."

"Really?" Lance perked up.

"Nice!" Pidge grinned at him and they both stepped closer to the pod. They had all spent the last two days doing chores around the castle, nobody in the mood to do anything serious but also not wanting to sit around doing nothing. Pidge had taken advantage of the castle's artificial gravity to float down the halls and wipe down the windows. Lance had laughed at them until his sides ached and proceeded to help Pidge take dumb pictures of them standing on the ceiling. In Hunk's absence, the two had grown closer, as Hunk was really the link between them. Hunk was Lance's self-control, and he and Pidge tinkered with robots and machinery together. But in the last two days, Lance and Pidge had bonded, finding they had more in common that they thought. Now, they couldn't wait for the trio to be reunited.
They had all missed Hunk. Not just for his cooking, (What good is all that new food if the only thing Coran knows how to make is goo?) but for the way a room literally brightened with him in it. For his steadiness, in battle and everywhere else. For his nervous tics and gentle hands. They had missed every part of him.
The team sat around his pod, making small talk, catching up on everything that had happened. Soon though, they reached a lull. It wasn't awkward, just silent. Aside from Lance's leg jogging nervously.

"Can you stop that?"

"Hmm?" Lance didn't even look at Keith, studying something on the healing pod.

"Your leg."

"Oh, sorry." His leg immediately froze and there was silence once more. For a moment.

"Dude!"
Lance snapped to look at Keith this time, evidently having no clue what he was yelling about. Keith gestured, and Lance looked down at his leg jogging again, and then back at Keith.

"I can't help it!"

"Yeah, you can!"

"Nope!"

"Yes, you-" They were interrupted by a giggle from Pidge, and saw that Shiro and Allura also wore smiles. Keith looked back to Lance, who shrugged, leaned back, and went back to studying the pod. Keith found himself smiling at the other paladin, just a little.
Lance's face still looked like hell, but the swelling was down and the black eye was almost faded. He had deep bags under his eyes, but he looked almost back to normal. Allura and Shiro had made sure he actually patched himself up and disinfected all his cuts.
Pidge had pulled out a piece of junk and was messing around with it. Shiro and Allura began a quiet conversation littered with small laughs here and there. And for once Lance wasn't chattering away. Keith reflected on everything that had happened the past few days. He could still hear Lance's panicked voice. It had struck him that he would have been just as scared in that situation. A few times, he had even wondered if he would have been able to make it. Lance was stronger than him in that way. Lance could make it. Keith might not.

It was then that the healing pod slid open with a whoosh. Lance jumped to his feet, and Shiro was across the room in a second to help catch Hunk. The yellow paladin took a moment to get his balance and slowly eased out of their grip. They waited with bated breath and then…

"Jeez."

"Buddy!"

Lance was latched onto Hunk again, wrapping him in a hug. Hunk staggered back a little, but quickly returned the hug with double the strength, lifting Lance off his feet as they both laughed. The other members of Team Voltron couldn't help but smile with them. Nobody else had their bond.
Hunk put Lance back down, but neither let go yet. They weren't laughing anymore. Lance buried his face in Hunk's chest and Hunk rested his head on top of Lance's, looking to the floor. Keith averted his eyes, feeling out of place in the middle of something so obviously personal.
A moment later, both paladins finally released each other. Hunk looked to the others and grinned.

"Come on, I gotta hug the rest of you too now!"
Pidge was the first to jump up and embrace him, followed by Allura. Keith shifted awkwardly into the hug.

"You too, dad," Hunk called from underneath the pile.

"Dad?" Shiro raised an eyebrow but accepted the hug anyway.
Everyone pretended not to see Lance swipe at his eyes.

"Okay, okay, come on. I'm starving. Allura, how do you do it for 10,000 years?" Allura smiled at him, the question not calling for a real answer. With that, they left the room, and headed to the kitchen.

The castle had definitely brightened with Hunk's arrival and the team had spent the rest of the day catching him up on everything that happened while he was asleep and filling him in on the new kitchen stock. Allura had shown him a bunch of stretches to do, to get his muscles used to moving again, and he had poked around at what Pidge had been working on. By dinnertime, he felt well enough to cook something with Coran. Dinner was a happy affair and everybody joked and talked over one another.
Afterwards, Hunk and Lance stood side by side doing the dishes. Shiro had offered to do them, but Hunk didn't mind. This was normally their chore anyway. Lance was elbow deep in soapy water and softly hummed some tune Hunk couldn't quite place.

"How are you?" Lance stopped humming.

"I'm okay. Everybody's been really weird."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I dunno."

"So…everybody's told me what happened here at the castle, but… I don't really remember anything…from before that."

"That's… a good thing Hunk."

"Lance…"
Lance dropped his sponge and brought a hand to his temple, turning away from Hunk.

"Lance?" Lance mumbled something. "What?" Hunk grabbed his shoulder and turned him back.
Through gritted teeth, Lance replied, "Headache."

"Are you okay?" Lance nodded stiffly, eyes shut tight. Just a moment later, Lance straightened up and rubbed his face. He smiled bitterly at Hunk.

"Happens every so often. It's nothing."

"Nothing? Lance, that's not nothing. Have you told the others?"

"What am I supposed to tell them? 'Hey guys, by the way I think I have brain damage, maybe we should check that out'?"

"Yes!" Lance dropped his smile and shrugged. "Lance…" Hunk was using a tone that reminded Lance of his mother, and suddenly he was being dragged out of the kitchen and back into the dining room.

"Sit." Lance didn't even have to look to know he wasn't getting out of this. He took a seat and Hunk sat next to him.

"Lance…Dude, what happened?" Lance sighed.

"Back on that planet, I dunno, you were unconscious almost as soon as it started but…" He paused.

"It was 10 minutes before anybody else showed up. I thought I was gonna die. I thought you were dead!"

"It's alright Lance."

"No, it's not! That's what everybody else keeps saying! That it's alright! It's okay because we made it, we're alive. And I get it. But we almost didn't make it, Hunk. I know… They think I don't know… but I heard Pidge talking about it. In that first explosion, we both got hit. My helmet… We might not have been heard at all."
Hunk didn't reply, feeling airsick.

"You weren't moving. I couldn't get you to stand back up and I couldn't hear anything. I could barely see. It was the worst moment of my life."
Another pause.

"And… I just missed you a lot, okay?" Lance's voice finally cracked. Hunk leaned forward and wrapped him in another hug.

"I missed you too, buddy." They had cried in front of each other before, but this time was different. They didn't cry. They just sat, Lance holding onto Hunk's sleeve. They sat like that for a long time.
Finally, Hunk let go. Lance was all sniffles and Hunk ruffled his short hair.

"It's okay to talk about it okay?"
Lance scoffed. "You sound like Allura."

"She's been stealing my lines huh?"

"Yeah. Oh, and I slept with Shiro."

"Babe, no!"

"Yep!"
Hunk put a hand to his forehead in mock despair.

"You're incorrigible!"

"Dude, shut up, you know I don't know what that means."
Hunk dropped his hand and grinned at Lance. The blue paladin was still sniffling a little, but he gave a little lopsided grin in return.

"Dude, I'll race you back to the kitchen."

"Last one there has to finish the dishes by themselves?"

"Get ready to do the dishes McClain!" Their chairs screeched against the floor as they jumped up and ran from the room.
As it turned out, neither was willing to be the loser and they left the rest of it for Coran.

They spent the night in the same room, neither wanting to be alone after finally being reunited. Lance hogged the pillows, but Hunk didn't mind. They stared at the ceiling in the dark. Here, they didn't need to talk. Here, it was safe. There was no ringing in Lance's ears. There was nothing for Hunk to worry about.

"Ok, but seriously, did you sleep with Shiro?" Lance laughed.

"Because I wouldn't even be mad! I'd be proud. I mean, I'd need you to get out of this bed immediately, but I'd also be like 'damn lance got game'"

"Yeah he is a major DILF."

"Dude, ew, shut up." It was good that the rooms were so spread out or else they would all hear the outburst of laughter from the two paladins.
They took a moment to catch their breath and sighed.

"I'm glad we survived, dude."

"Yeah."
Hunk paused and then said "You should talk to the others."

"About what?"

"About anything. About the important stuff."

"Yeah, I know."

"Mm?"

"I know it's dumb but I just get so worried about what they'll think. Even though I know what they'll think."

"What'll they think?"

"They'll think 'wow that Lance sure is a great guy, he's hot and funny and in touch with his feelings, what a catch'."
Hunk chuckled lightly.

"Go to sleep."

"Okay…Don't leave me like that again ok?"

"Promise."

Lance knew it had only been twenty minutes, but Hunk wasn't sure how much time had passed since that promise. Neither had fallen asleep yet. Hunk wasn't tired after a three-day nap, and even if Lance was exhausted, he didn't want to sleep. He'd been having nightmares lately. Of course everyone had been having nightmares.
The two paladins sat silently in each-others company, not quite sure if the other was really still awake.
"Lance?" Hunk whispered it.

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember dreaming? In the pod?"

"…no. It was just dark."

"Oh."

"Do you?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."

Lance knew when Hunk did or didn't want him to pry.

"What about?" There was no reason for them to keep whispering, but they did anyway.
Hunk made a soft humming sound, trying to gather the fuzzy bits and pieces of his dream.

"Just stuff I guess. I saw a lot of stuff. I could see my desk at the garrison. And things from different planets."

"Mmm." Lance sounded like he was finally falling asleep.

"Do you dream, Lance?"
A pause.

"Most nights…"
Hunk lay silent, waiting.

"…about bad stuff."
Hunk rolled over onto his side, facing Lance.
"It's okay."

"Yeah." Half-hearted at first. "Yeah." More sincere. Like Lance had finally convinced himself.

"Goodnight for real this time." Hunk yawned and rolled back to his other side.
"Don't snore."
"Promise."