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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?

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Don't get all petulant, [Hunk says mildly, sinking down to a knee to take a better look at that leg of Keith's, testing where the break was in his ankle and checking the closed wound he'd had before.]

Fine, fine. [He huffs a little, under his breath:] Because it's you.

[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.

You can touch me, y'know. [Hunk aims for nonchalant and just, completely misses, by lightyears. His voice even shakes a little bit, even as he keeps his head down, examining Keith's leg long after he should've already determined that he's fine.

Maybe it's less that he's giving Keith permission, and more that he's asking for it.]

I.

[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.]

[Okay well that was...just sad, but it was a genuine effort. And it's one that Hunk needed because after a second he just sinks down further on his knees, leaning forward until his head is rested on the inside of Keith's leg, his forehead to his calf.]

I was really, really scared, man.

[Once Hunk isn't fending him off or shoving his hand away, Keith relaxes. His fingers start petting through his hair soft and he quietly marvels at how soft it is.]

[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.

I didn't think we'd make it at all, [Hunk mumbles, turning his head into Keith's hand.] I thought I was all ready for it, like, if we died, but I'm kinda freaking out right now. You coulda died fighting those droids and I wouldn't have even known it until I turned around. That's really scary.

[The truth is, Keith had been ready for it too. There, at the end, when Hunk is talking about. He would've been fine if it meant Hunk got everything done and out safely with the others.

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.

You're not gonna? [Hunk huffs out an exasperated laugh before picking his head up to look up at Keith.] I thought we made a pretty good team. Let's keep that going, okay?

We make a great team.

[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.]

[But now that they're out of the danger, out of the stress and fear... He has to ask.]

Are... I mean, are you sure you're okay?

With all this.

['Us']

With...what, with us almost dying? [Pushes himself up to his feet so he can rest his hands on Keith's knees.] No way, I am most assuredly not okay with that.

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[Okay. Okay, if he smirks, then that sort of underminds the seriousness of what he's trying to ask about, which will just make this harder. But it's Hunk and of course that's what he'd get from that question and how he'd react. But now with Hunk standing up, Keith leans back on his hands watching him.]

I figured. But I meant me.

I'm even less okay with you d- ohhhhhh, [he'd meant- gosh okay Hunk, stop thinking about dying for ten seconds and consider instead your new boyfriend. ...good lord Keith is his boyfriend now??

Hunk drums his fingers on Keith's knees.] I'm fine with it. No- what I mean to say is honestly, I'm really happy. About that. Might have some other trauma to work through! But us getting this...us thing squared away requires no therapy.

Good.

[That's all he wanted to hear. That it wasn't some. Weird anger-made-us-do-it kind of closeness on Hunk's part. The drumming thing is kinda getting to him though, Keith reaches for Hunk's hands, doesn't even think about it; if he did he'd probably be awkward.]

Long as you feel that way, then good.

[Right. Sorry, yes, hand-holding is better. Hunk will do that, happily.]

Uhh, and about Lance and probably choice others getting all...involved...in this? Asking questions and stuff?

Why would they ask questions. We're not dating them.

[babe] Lance is definitely gonna wanna know how and why and when this started. Shiro can hold him back for only so long.

Why is it Lance's business though?

[listen he's a simple guy why is Hunk making this complicated]

It's not, he's just a busybody. And our teammate and friend.

I'm just asking because you kinda had this look on your face in the tank.

Fine, I guess?

[He doesn't get it at all, but apparently Hunk does so he'll let Hunk deal with that. He was Lance's classmate after all. But whatever aloofness he had fades when Hunk says that second part.]

A look. What look?

Like uhhhh, [is he making a mountain of a molehill??? Yeah probably, but it's not like it'll go away if he says nothing, so,]</small. I dunno, like maybe you didn't. Want anybody else to know.

Oh. [He looks down at their hands and thinks about that. Did he want the others to know this soon? It wasn't something he'd thought about at all. He rubs his thumbs against Hunk's.]

I dunno. Just didn't think about it. Doesn't matter now, they know, right?

Soooo...you're not upset or anything. [He's just checking. JUST CHECKING, just...making sure.]

N...No? [SHOULD HE BE?]

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