4. Hunk Lance's POV
"Hey, Hunk?" I ask, stepping into the kitchen. Hunk stands over another one of his creations, this one a tray of large pink…somethings, sprinkled with little green flakes. I frown at it for a moment, then look back up.
"Lance!" He grins, and waves a mitted hand. "Wanna try one?" He holds up the tray. Sighing, I walk up to him and grab one. It's surprisingly hard, like a meringue, and it crunches in my mouth with a taste like raspberries. It's…
"Amazing!" I say. Hunk's smile widens, and he takes off his mitts.
"Thanks, buddy. I've been working on them all day. Not sure what I'm going to call them yet though. Any suggestions?"
"Yeah!" I say, holding up a finger, until a thought perks up in my mind. Right, I'm here for a reason. A very…specific reason. "Actually, no." I say, putting my finger down. "Hunk, I have to tell you something." He gives me a curious look and says,
"Sure, what is it?"
I bite my lip and rub the back of my neck with a hand. Matt took it well enough, and from what Pidge told me, Coran did too, so this shouldn't be too bad. But Hunk's been my friend for forever, since I first came to the Garrison. How's he going to take it?
"Well you see, Pidge and I…"
"Are going out." He finishes. I blink, my mouth falling open.
"How'd you know?"
"Lance." Hunk gives me a flat look. "I'm one of your best friends. I can tell." He leans against the counter, a bemused smile on his face. "You know, when I figured it out, I was kind of surprised. I mean, you and Pidge? It was kind of weird at first. But as I watched you two, I realized how much fun you have together. You guys really fit. And…" To my unending surprise, tears shine in Hunk's eyes. "I'm so proud of you guys!" Suddenly he reaches across the counter and grabs me in a hug. "You two are so lucky to have each other. I'm rooting for you!"
I smile and lean into the hug. Hunk's always been a softie, and I've always been grateful. Even now, after all the battles we've fought together, he still manages to smile the same as he did back at the Garrison. I can't help but admire that.
"Thanks, man," I say into his shoulder. He lets me go, and crosses his arms.
"You two aren't going to forget about me, are you?" He says, frowning to hide his smile.
"What? No!" I say, waving my arms. "You're Hunk! We love you!"
Hunk bursts out in laughter, and pats the counter with a hand.
"Come on, sit. Tell me all about it. How'd you figure out you like her? How'd you two start going out? Give me details, man!"
I chuckle and take a seat.
"Well, it all started when she was looking for her dad…"