Day Thirteen.

Hunk

Four attempts, different techniques, and the space flour still found its way on the floor. Keith groaned and threw the packet onto the counter. "How is this calming?" Hunk laughed at his misery. And here Keith thought he was a good person. He pouted at the yellow paladin before taking off the ridiculous apron. He glowered at the strange printed picture. "This is not appropriate."

"There was no other aprons," Hunk shrugged. "Sorry, man."

Keith glared back at Hunk, "I'd feel more comfortable without the apron than wearing 'Kiss the Cook' for the Universe to see."

"Oh! Calm down," Hunk bumped him with his shoulder. An affectionate touch that Keith despised. It would be better if they pushed you to the floor and scream 'I love you' over their backs. "The universe can't see you!"

"Zarkon's laughing at me," Keith grumbled, throwing the apron aside. Of course, Keith had some knowledge of cooking but he wasn't a culinary genius like Hunk. He couldn't tell the difference between regular sugar and space sugar. He washed his hands off and sat down near Hunk. He let his head fall on the counter. He had to agree; that was a little overdramatic.

Hunk sighed and moved to Keith's abandoned bowl. "Zarkon isn't laughing at you, Keith. Don't hurt your head either." He looked up from his stirring. "You aren't hurt, right?"

Keith raised his head and, instead, leaned against his hand. "No. I'm fine. So back to my regular question. Why do you like cooking so much?"

Hunk smiled as he added some spices to the food. "Family thing. We would make food together all the time. Dad taught me how to cook." He got a thoughtful look on his face. "I was about... eight or... nine?" He shook his head. "Anyway, we always did this together. What about you? You do any fun activities with your family growing up?"

Keith tensed and looked down at his hand. "Well... Dad and I used to do some things but…" he let out a sigh as he trailed off. "That didn't last long."

Hunk hummed, not looking up from the bowl. "What stopped it?"

Keith stayed silent what felt like hours before he took a deep breath and muttered, "He died."

Hunk looked up from the food he was making. He studied Keith's face like he was waiting for him to shout 'SIKE' and go into an instant story. But Keith didn't do such a thing. "Y-you serious?"

Keith nodded.

"Oh man! Keith! I'm sorry, I didn't know!" Hunk said hastily waving his hands around. "I mean, I knew about your mother but not that - Aw man! I'm so sorry! And here I am, talking about family and I'm sorry, Keith."

Keith waved him off, a small smile stretching on his face. "Don't apologize. It happened years ago. I'm over it."

Hunk stared skeptically for a moment before relaxing. "So... what... what happened, exactly?"

Keith studied Hunk for a moment before just simply saying, "Fire." A sadder smile overtook his features. "H-he was a real hero."

Hunk blinked at him. "I suppose he was."

They didn't talk for a while. Hunk continued cooking and Keith studied his hands. After a couple of dobashes, Keith got out of his seat and headed for the door. "I'm going to the training deck. Call me when you're done."

"Keith," Hunk said.

Keith turned around, "Yeah?"

Hunk shifted his feet for a second before saying, "I still mean it, y'know. Voltron, we're a family. You aren't alone anymore."

Keith smiled. "I know."