They've asked me to stay while they wait out the tranquilizers. My parents won't be worried, they think I'm having a tryst anyway.
Someone puts on a movie, Shiro's somewhere treating the burn on Keith's hand.
My all-nighters usually don't involve so much running around. I'm not really paying attention to this movie. All I know is that it's something without any blood, and Lance knows all the songs.
It's a nice place to be, a couch full of people you like. Everything's warm and soft.
I don't remember falling asleep, but when I wake up there's a blanket over me and I'm leaning against Hunk's arm. It looks like it's been a couple of hours, but he hasn't moved.
"Hunk?"
"Oh, hey, you're awake. Sleep good?"
I mean, there's a massive crick in my neck, but other than that, yes. Lance walks in as I stretch and yawn.
"Oh, good, we don't have to be quiet anymore." He flops beside us on the couch. "By the way, Pidgey-bird, your hot chocolate was getting cold, so I drank it for you."
Hell, I don't think I was even awake when they MADE the stuff.
"Morning, Pidge," Keith says as he enters. Is he smiling? Holy fuck, he's smiling.
"More like afternoon," Lance checks his phone.
"Whatever," Keith comes over and ruffles my hair.
What have I done to deserve this?
It's just a lot. Everyone's safe, everyone's together, everyone's happy.
And it's palpable, how much they love each other. How much they love ME.
I've never felt so at home.
"Oh my god, Pidge, don't cry, I'm sorry about the hot chocolate, I'll make you another one!"
I'm laughing a little bit but they probably don't think I am.
I catch Shiro's eye through the door. He looks away but I can see him smiling.
He knows he did good to bring me here.