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Yes.

And all of us Paladins, Princess and Coran are not a good idea.

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

yes u wanna? who????

[toebeans]

[ Hashing this out via text clearly isn't working because Lance is either bored or actually curious and Shiro was running out of ways to say that kissing literally anyone is a terrible idea without sounding too pathetic. This whole conversation is a trainwreck waiting to happen but he doesn't stop it. Maybe he should have.

The decision doesn't matter a few moments later, though, when he's knocking lightly at Lance's door, thumbing out another text. ]

Come on, if you've got time to speculate on my lack of a love life, you've got time to come eat with me.

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

[There's the sound of startled flailing, and a thud that suggests Lance has either dropped or flung his comm across the room. Then, slowly, he'll crack open the door and squint out at Shiro.]

...real food or space goo?

OK BUT i refuse to believe there's not space hubs like in firefly. maybe not HUMAN ones but

[toebeans]

[ Oh, buddy. Shiro raises his eyes to the ceiling and leans against the doorway when it finally opens, a flicker of a smile on his face. ]

Unless someone managed to sneak real food on board, I think it's safe to assume space goo.

they can't eat goo forever gdit

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

[Have a literal two-minute-long groaning sound.]

Not faaaaaair. [But then:] Fine. Okay. Where're the others? And why does talking about smooching make you hungry?

give me space farmers markets god DAMNITTTT

[toebeans]

[ Shiro somehow survives it, waiting patiently until it's done and manages not to roll his eyes. What a miracle. ]

I'm not sure; I think Hunk and Pidge are working on something downstairs, and Keith was running training the last time I spoke to him.

[ A pause, and oh, well. He could lie but he's pretty sure it'd be really obvious. ]

It's a subject change.

let these children eat a VEGETABLE

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

[Lance frowns, pushing the door open a little more.]

Okay. I'll eat. If you tell me why you keep changing the subject.

srsly

[toebeans]

[ That's not how this works, dude. Wryly, ]

Lunch is supposed to stop the interrogation.

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

So...you're asking me on a dinner date...so I'll stop asking you about who you wanna smang?

[toebeans]

I - what?

[ Shiro blinks at him, not quite sure what to say right then and shakes his head after a moment. ]

Why does it matter?

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

Cause. Y'know. [He's slouching a little now, hands in his pockets, the tips of his ears slightly red.] I want you to be happy and stuff.

i keep accidentally hitting the wrong keys w my new keyboard

[toebeans]

[ Shiro's smile softens, warms a little bit at Lance's rounded shoulders. ]

I appreciate it, I really do, Lance. I am happy, though.

[ And that's only a little bit a lie. For what they've got and with everything going on, he is happy with the team, how far they've come, everything, he's happy. He'd be happier if they didn't have to deal with the Galra, with planets being destroyed but that wasn't an option. ]

yay new keyboard, but boooo

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

...you don't gotta lie, Shiro. [He shrugs a little, offering a half-smile.] I mean...it's not a secret that I'm not...super chill all the time.

[Whaaaat, no, we never guessed.]

[toebeans]

[ Oh no he has a feel now ]

Lance, no one is asking you to be 'super chill.' Blue chose you for a reason.

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

Yeah, cause I was the only one there. [Lance mumbles this, looking down at his feet.]

[toebeans]

[ Aw buddy. Shiro nudges the door open further and presses a hand to his shoulder, holding firmly. ]

You heard the Princess. If that was how it worked, sure, but it isn't. We might not know what it is that makes the Lions choose their pilots but whatever it is chose you. I don't doubt Blue or you.

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

[Lance falters for a moment, clearing his throat a couple times, clearly awkward and embarrassed. But he'll give Shiro a hesitant half-smile.]

You don't? Swear it?

[toebeans]

Really, Lance.

[ One more squeeze and then he backs out of the doorway to give him room; Keith would probably retreat into his room after this, quiet. He's not sure what Lance wants. ]

I swear.

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

[Lance is basically Keith's polar opposite, so he'll follow along after Shiro, like a hopeful lanky puppy.]

Thanks, man. I, uh. Think you're a pretty good leader type too. Y'know that, right?

[toebeans]

[ He slows his step so that Lance can keep up, glancing over at him. ]

Thank you.

[ Despite the awkward talk before, Shiro's honestly touched by the statement, gently bumping their shoulders together as they walk down the hall. ]

I have a good team. It makes it easier.

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

[Lance shrugs, grinning and blushing a little.] S'no problem.

...your good team who you don't wanna smooch?

[toebeans]

Lance, I have a responsibility.

[ O F C O U R S E ]

You know the rules about fraternizing in the Garrison.

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

Uhhhh, are we in the Garrison? [He's gonna make a show of looking around, dramatically.] I don't see Commander Iverson anywhere. Or smell him.

sry shiro's the worst abt Responsiblity

[toebeans]

[ He catches Lance's shoulder and rights him, gesturing down the hall. ]

No, but the Commander didn't come up with that rule but that rule exists for good reason. We're a team and that means everyone needs treated fairly. [ AND. Shiro points a finger at him, just in case. ] That doesn't mean I should just kiss everyone to be fair.