"Who!" Hunk yells in Lance's face.

"His name is Keith.." Lance says again, leaving out the Galra part.

"Keith?" Hunk questions raising a brow while widening his eyes.

Lance nods his head quickly.

Lance and Hunk are sitting on Lance's bed in his room.

Whenever Hunk could, he would come visit Lance in his free time. Hunk wanted to make sure Lance was doing okay, make sure he wasn't having a mental breakdown, wanting to make sure he was telling at least one person his feelings at the moment.

Hunk knew Lance long enough to know that he keep his thoughts to himself. When he was younger, him and his sister would tell each other everything.

But now it seemed like Allura was always busy with...something. Lance didn't know what. But he would occasionally get invited to breakfast or dinner and eat with her. Since hunk knew him so well he could also tell a change in personality...and here lately Lance hasn't been, sad or even depressed. More likely he's been happy, and excited to start the new day.

Now that isn't to say that when his mothers name is mentioned he doesn't start to tear up...but he just all around happier here lately.

"Your saying the reason you've been smiling more is because you've been visiting someone named...Keith.." Hunk said slowly.

"WAIT! I didn't even say any of that! You just asked if I've been doing anything different from usual!" Lance told him squinting his eyes, trying to figure out Hunks alter motive.

"Well, that is what I asked, but I hate to break it to you Lance, but your happier then ever here lately and I want to know why..." Hunk said shrugging, and then he suddenly wiped his head over to Lances.

"Soooo~" Hunk told him wiggling his eyebrows.

"Who's Keith?~" he continued.

Lance blushed a deep crimson at the tone of Hunk's voice.

"N-no one! He's no one!...i just visit him a few times everyday.." Lance yelled in Hunk's face, closing his eyes and scrunching up his face in embarrassment, Lances voice got quiet as he continued the sentence.

"A few times EVERYDAY?" Hunk looked shocked as he stared into Lance.

Without opening his eyes Lance shock his head again quickly...saying yes.

Hunk raised a brow and let out a short laugh, shaking his head.

It had been a few days later since Hunks visit to Lance, marking almost two months since Keith had been imprisoned and between the warm meals Lance brought him everyday and the concrete bed...he'd say it was more of home then where he left.

That night when Lance came to give Keith his food, Shiro stepped in and eyed Lance, hands on his hips, smiling. "Showing favorites again are we?" Shiro teased Lance.

Keith looked over at Lance, Lance was blushing so hard Keith could see that even his ears were red...cute.

WAIT! That's not what he meant. Not 'cute' as in 'cute', but as in...in..well you know. 'Cute'.

Keith looked over at Shiro as he felt him staring. Shiro started laughing at him when their eyes met. "You don't know what I'm talking about do you?" Shiro chuckled as he read Keith's confused face.

Keith gently and slowly shock his head, no. That made Shiro laugh even more and Lance blush a few shades darker.

"J-just go!" Lance said, not giving Shiro a chance to explain, And then giving him a look of utter betrayal and a hint of embarrassment.

"Okay! Okay!" Shiro laughed as he left the hallway.

It was quiet for the rest of the visit, but Lance had one thought on his mind...one question. So Lance broke the silence with,

"So, were you really running away?"

Keith looked up and saw that his face was no longer red and his head wasn't hanging anymore but looking straight at him.

"W-what?" Keith asked voice cracking in the beginning of the word.

"You told us you were running away when you got here...and i mean you've been here for a while so what's the point in lying...you know?" Lance told his looking down at the floor in front of him.

"Yeah, i was running away." Keith said in the quietness. Lance's head shot up with his words. He looked Keith dead in the eye like he was contemplating something and then suddenly...his face fell...

"Why would you want to run away from home?" Lance questioned voice utterly broken, confused with what Keith was saying.

Keith squinted his eyes, and avoided eye contact. He didn't want to tell anyone, let alone Lance. Lance is the only person who ever took their time to actually come see him everyday...okay yes, maybe it's only because he has to bring Keith his food but still...he sits and talks to him about anything and everything...and Keith doesn't want to ruin that. Keith doesn't want to plague Lance's mind with his depressing life story...because he may not know Lance like the back of his hand, but he does know that Lance will feel like he was put into the situation instead of the person. He will feel sadness and grief even if he wasn't there when it happens...he is just that type of person.

Lance sensed how uneasy the question made Keith feel and stood from his chair in the hallway. "It's okay...I'm not expecting you to tell me something you don't want to." Lance told him. "Well, I'll leave you alone...enjoy your meal.." Lance said as he got up to leave.

When Lance reached the end of the hallway he heard a soft voice say, "my mom died when i was just a kid..." Lance stopped in his tracks straining his ears to pick up every little word spoken from Keith's mouth. "That left me with my dad...my dad was a good man but when my mom died he broke...and started..he started breaking me..he didn't work so i had to find a way to pay our bills and my dads alcohol addiction, at the age of fourteen. I would go sell some stuff from our family's farm and then...and then when i got home and didn't bring enough money to add to his alcohol addiction he'd...he'd hit me. Saying it was my fault we could never pay bills...my fault our power was shut off...my fault we were never happy...my fault he would hit me..my fault my mother d-died.. i hate being Galra...after everything they've done...we deserve to die... i wanted to be gone. I wanted to leave that unfortunate place i never called home.." by the time Keith stopped talking he heard how weak his voice sounded...how utterly vulnerable he let himself be...and to Lance of all people! Lance could tell a royal what he just said and they could use it against him! They could use that to get information about the Galra out of him...

But when he looked up through teary eyes, to see Lance standing right in front of the prison cell with tears falling down his face, and a look of heartache on him...he knew Lance would never speak of this again. He knew Lance would never tell a soul. He knew he could trust lance.

Merry Christmas!!