Still own nothing but the premise!

"Self delusion doesn't suit me." He's staring at his reflection on his helmet "I know exactly what's wrong with Keith. I know exactly how it relates to me as an individual." His shift could be seen as an uncomfortable one this time.

"Willfully ignoring the issue does nothing to solve it especially because it's all gonna come to a head soon." He bent at the waist suddenly, face clutched in his robot hand and his right on the arm of his seat. His knuckles are white with the strength of his grip and his fingers twitch

"I FUCKING KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN ALREADY, WORSE CASE SCENARIOS ARE ACTUALLY POSSIBLE"

He stays doubled over till his breathing eases out and slides back into his seat with a face blank of all emotion. Shiro's seat slides backward and he smoothly stands and exits the cockpit.

They had all brought up the holo map of the supercluster where the Galra's base of operations lay. So far their greatest accomplishment had been a dizzying light show while they dragged, enlarged and slashed at the coordinates each wanted to focus on. This had been tolerable the first varga but after two Matt had stopped and just watched them continue without him.

At this point the shouting of insults had completely eclipsed their original reason for the meeting. Only Slav was still vaguely on task, mindlessly flicking between the coordinates with his eight arms whenever Allura or Kolivan spoke, only adding to the pounding headache Matt was developing.

With unfocused eyes he noted the Crab Nebula zoom past his face for the nth time since this whole farce began, if Slav kept going like that he'd get the space version of repetitive strain injury. Matt stifled a curse as the nebula zipped past in the opposite direction, Matt would insure Slav got an injury if he did that one more-

The Crab Nebula whizzed past his eyes.

"Could you cut that shit out!" The universe disappeared and Slav flinched backwards off the console.

Allura and Kolivan were staring at him blankly, they were shocked though both were trying to hide it. Matt tried not to snarl at them, acting as if he hadn't heard them cursing each other for vargas, sometimes he felt like the only adult around. If only...

Matt sighed.

"If you're done exploring our options might I recommend we got to lunch?" Both aliens nodded silently, looking vaguely ashamed. They could probably hear his teeth grinding, good, he refused to sit through another one of these. He probably shouldn't be so hard on them, according to Katie they were taking his disappearance hard. The only reason they'd gotten along so well had largely been Shiro - the only person both saw as their equal, therefore the only person allowed to interject into an argument and offer their own ideas.

Matt turned away from them and blinked hard, now all they had was a sub-par replacement who had managed to offend both by questioning their existence and authenticity with his first impression. Nice fucking going Holt.

Sorry it's been a while, school's been picking up lately- exam season is almost upon us! ;D. I was planning on taking this somewhere more than where it is this chapter but I think it's alright as is.

Thanks again rainbowrider1290! And no, I'm not latinx I just like to spice things up a bit