Lotor POV
He didn't know what came over him. He didn't even know how that conversation turned into a fight. He tried his best to avoid her for the next day and a half, worried about what she would think. She'll hate me for thinking that of myself. But I know how she feels about Galra.
He arrived in the docking bay, a helmet in hand. He hadn't talked to anyone about Allura and certainly didn't talk to people when she was around. He didn't want to entirely hurt her feelings. He'd done it enough already.
Coran came up to him when he reached the pod. "You ready?" Lotor nodded, not feeling like he could speak. Coran beams. "You'll need to stand next to Allura. The Aiereians have a special rule that you can't be more than ten yards away from your partner. They call them soerumito, which translates roughly into soulmates." Coran chuckled. "Of course it's just a myth."
"Of course," Lotor said quietly. He thanked Coran and walked over to Allura reluctantly but relieved. It hurt to avoid someone who made him smile.
He stood next to her silently, not daring to look her in the face. Coran went over instructions, shouting in his high pitched voice. Focus, focus, focus.
Something brushed against his hand. He ignored it. It happened again. Yet he ignored it. Finally, when the brush happened the third time, he grabbed ahold of whatever was doing that and held it firm. Fingers laced into his. He fought a smile, but he sighed.
He let go after giving her a squeeze. She sighs in something like relief and he feels something tug at his lips. A smile? He shook his head, wiping his face.
"Alright! Do you all have everything you need?" Coran asked. Each group nods and shows the old Altean their supplies. He sends them off, seeming rather pushy with Lotor. He takes note of that but quickens so he wasn't stared at.
This is going to be a long week.