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

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[ 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.

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[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?

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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.

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[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?

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[ 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.

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

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

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Lance, I have a responsibility.

[ O F C O U R S E ]

You know the rules about fraternizing in the Garrison.

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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

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[ 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.

he so is lance is gonna BREAK HIM DOWN THOUGH

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[Have a very stubborn, annoyed scowl, Shiro.] So...what would happen if like. Hunk and Keith started smooching. What would you do?

just kiss him lance it's fine there's no way it could go wrong

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[ Wow pretending he doesn't see it works, right ]

I didn't know Keith and Hunk liked each other, but so long as it doesn't effect the team --

[ Wait wait wait. Shiro's head whips around, watching Lance for a long moment. ]

Listen, if you-- like one of them, you know I - [ Oh, god, save him. ] It's alright. This isn't the Garrison. As long as it doesn't impact the team--

u asked for it

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[Well forget whatever things you were gonna say, Shiro, cause Lance is abruptly stepping into your path and planting a kiss right on your lips. And then he's turning bright red and attempting to flee.

So. There's that.]

LMFAO SHIT

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[ He has to stop short so he doesn't run Lance over and one hand goes to his shoulder to try and keep him steady. Just as he tries to apologize for it, Lance leans in and presses a kiss to his mouth and then tries to run, which-- no? No.

Shiro's hand snaps out and clamps down firmly on Lance's arm to keep him from retreating too far. ]

Lance, stop.

HAVE FUN, SHIRO

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[Lance tugs at the grip on his arm for a moment, flaming red in the face because wow, no impulse control at all, good job, good job him.]

I-I have a thing. I have to go do that thing. On the other side of the ship. And possibly out in the vacuum of space, forever.

rip rip rip

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[ Ohhh my god, please weird alien gods or whatever, give him strength. Shiro rolls his eyes to the ceiling for a moment, not letting him go but it's an effort given Lance is multiple feet of squirmy human. ]

Listen, we don't have to talk about this now but we will later, okay? It's up to you.

poor shiro

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[Lance fidgets a little, looking down at his feet.]

You're, uh...are you pissed off at me?

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[ Slowly, each finger removes itself and then he drops Lance's wrist to let him run if he needs to. ]

You'd know if I were pissed, Lance. [ Maybe that wry tone isn't really helping matters. ] I thought all of -- this was because you were trying to see if I'd be okay if you pursued one of the Paladins.

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[Lance doesn't run, not quite yet, though he does cross both arms in front of himself and keep looking intently at the ground.]

Well. I mean. Technically it was.

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[ OHHHHhhhh god now he feels like an idiot and wants to reread every text with this new knowledge please send help. ]

Oh. Yeah, that - [ W e l p ] We can talk about this when you-- feel comfortable, if you want. It doesn't have to be now.

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[Lance fidgets a little bit, chancing a hesitant glance up at Shiro.]

Don't think I'm...gonna get more comfortable than I am right now.

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[ Yeah, he figures that's a lie but he's not about to call Lance on it right now. Instead, he nods and opens the first door he can find to an empty room and ushers Lance in after him, because this isn't the conversation that they need to have in the hallway where anyone could walk past.

Once it's locked Shiro leans back against it, lounging despite the tension in him. If anything, he thinks the desire to run is...understandable, honestly. ]

I-- alright. Walk me through this? [ A beat, realizing it's not exactly a very helpful question: ] I honestly figured you meant Hunk, or Keith. Or even the Princess.

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[Lance will find the nearest seat and drop heavily into it, hiding his face in his hands because wow, why doesn't he have any impulse control, what is wrong with him.]

Nope. Not this time.

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Okay.

[ He drags the word out a bit, hesitating on what he wants to ask next, if anything. Lance sits on the nearest chair and puts his face in his hands and Shiro grimaces. Great, this is going absolutely swimmingly. Way to not mess this up, Shiro.

Slowly, he comes over and crouches in front of Lance, pressing a hand to his shoulder. ]

It's...not that I'm not flattered, you know.

[ That's. A better way of putting it than I return it but see prior conversation about me leading the team and Bad Ideas. ]

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[Lance twitches a little at the touch, then lifts his face and gives Shiro a weary, resigned look.]

That's literally what everyone says right before going "but I don't feel the same way haha you weird little kid".