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[Being core members of the Voltron coalition meant that sometimes the team had to spread their forces thin in order to take care of everything that required their attention. Sure, they had other allies who could hold their own -the Blade of Mamora for example- but it had a little more impact if the paladins themselves saved a colony or planet, as opposed to more Galra.
In other words: politics.]
I mean, I understand what Coran was saying but I still think it's kinda dumb, right Keith? [Undeterred by Keith's noncommital 'uh huh's and 'yeah's, Hunk continues on as he follows Keith's lead and slows down his approach. They're going to have to try and sneak up on this installation or risk the Galra retaliating against the captured techs for calling for help.] They've been around way longer than we have, and fighting for way longer too! It kinda feels like we're shoving them out of the way to get all the glory. Not that that's what we're doing, but it sure feels like that's what we're doing. I guess in the end it doesn't really matter who gets the job done so long as the people are saved, but it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Right? Do you have a bad taste in your mouth too, Keith?
In other words: politics.]
I mean, I understand what Coran was saying but I still think it's kinda dumb, right Keith? [Undeterred by Keith's noncommital 'uh huh's and 'yeah's, Hunk continues on as he follows Keith's lead and slows down his approach. They're going to have to try and sneak up on this installation or risk the Galra retaliating against the captured techs for calling for help.] They've been around way longer than we have, and fighting for way longer too! It kinda feels like we're shoving them out of the way to get all the glory. Not that that's what we're doing, but it sure feels like that's what we're doing. I guess in the end it doesn't really matter who gets the job done so long as the people are saved, but it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Right? Do you have a bad taste in your mouth too, Keith?
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We made it.
Maybe in the back of his mind he'd already accepted that they weren't going to leave that planet alive. Maybe as far back as when Yellow fell, he'd figured they would die together. He's not always a worst-case-scenario kind of guy, but he often is, even as they were scrambling to find out a way to survive.
And now Yellow is safely in the hangar, Keith is on the mend and...and they're really okay.]
Hey buddy...you- you gotta stay in there just a little while longer. Can uh, can you hear me?
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He sees the lips moving but with the tank glass and the whatever-liquid, it's muffled. But he manages to make out "little longer". He looks confused for a minute, then it hits: he'll be in this a little longer.
His chest heaves like he's taking a breath before he rests his forehead against the glass, not quite a nod, but. Close.]
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The room clears and Hunk can faintly hear Lance screeching, "WAIT, HUNK AND THAT GUY?" from the hallway, so he sinks down against Keith's tank and huddles up with the towel, chuckling. Keith might not be able to respond, but that doesn't mean Hunk can't talk to him, right?] I hope this doesn't make things weird. I'm sure it won't, but Lance might give you the stink eye for a while. Not that that's something you aren't used to, or can't handle, but...just. Yeah.
I'm kind of glad. I wanted them to know. I didn't want this to be a secret.
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Keith watches Hunk sit against the tank and hates that it's too small for him to do the same; he starts to but his knees bang the glass and ow ow. Okay, no doing that, he thinks rubbing at his knees. At least he's already in here so it'll heal up.
More than anything? He's glad Hunk's safe.]
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How many more vargas does he have left? He could never get the hang of all that. He's too impatient, tapping his knuckle against the glass again incessantly. He wants out now that he's awake.]
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Come on, Hunk, get me out of here. How is it that everyone else who ends up in this thing stays asleep until it's time to come out and he wakes up before??]
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-Gahhh, staring at me like that, what am I supposed to do? [Hunk mutters to himself in annoyance as he hunches over the control panel to find the commands for early tank drain and release.] Not like he's gonna get blamed for this, not like I won't get into trouble, probably just hurt himself trying to force his way out, I bet his stupid leg is still stupid broken- There.
[Hunk snags the towel they'd brought for Keith and waits for the tank to drain and open, watching carefully just in case Keith's still in any pain.]
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Keith gets one unsteady foot in the ground, then reaches for Hunk's shoulder to get the other foot out.]
Thank you. [It's raspy and tired, but. Better than he sounded at the generator.]
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It's not like anyone actually asks me anything to start with, so sure, that works.
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[But the muscles in his leg are mostly healed, just a little sore. All the extra time in the tank would've done was heal what was left of some bruising. With Hunk down though, Keith watches him and... hesitates lifting his hand, decides no.]
...Glad you're okay.
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Maybe it's less that he's giving Keith permission, and more that he's asking for it.]
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[Shit.]
I know.
[He sort of knew, he's just bad at it. This whole intimacy thing with sincere feelings. But he's got to get over this mental hurdle of only letting himself touch Hunk if either Hunk initiates it or they're in danger. So he gently lifts his hand and, like preparing to dunk his hand in a pot of steaming coals, sort of reels it back with a deep breath, then places it on top of Hunk's hair, unsure and light before he lets it settle there.
See, self? Not so hard.]
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I was really, really scared, man.
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[That gets him quiet, thinking back over the last few conscious days.] Honestly? I was too. I dunno if I would've made it without you.
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He has enough social experience to know not to say it, though. Instead, he focuses on stroking his hair, now more an idle action than conscious thought.]
We did make it though. And I'm not gonna let a situation like that happen again.
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[They did great with the weblum. They worked together well in this. They'll keep making a good team together. He's glad it was Hunk there with him.]
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Are... I mean, are you sure you're okay?
With all this.
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made this icon spec for these threads
DAS CUTE
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