[ he smiles, holding back a little of the laughter that boils up in him. she does have a point, they are all voltron, and the idea that anyone other than the group of them could be in those spots is....odd. no matter how much he feels like he is or isn't pulling his weight, it's....hard to imagine. he's still not sure what they're going to do about shiro, if he'll ever pilot again or if he'll just stay on the ground, it's...something they can figure out together.
as allura pulls her legs up, lance shifts so that she's more comfortable, turning slightly so her head isn't only on his extremely bony shoulder. he's focused on this movement when she says those words - you're a good friend - and lance pauses. there's a pang in his chest, something sharp and deep that he's become all too familiar with, but he feels himself smile all the same. still, he lets the words hang in the air between them for a few moments before he pulls himself a bit more together to answer, none of that earlier pain evident in his voice. ]
So are- [ he's about to say you, about to tell allura that she really should be getting back to bed, that the snore happens. the sound is sudden and lance freezes when he hears it, unsure of what it is for a moment before it dawns on him.
is allura...asleep? ]
.....princess? [ nothing. lance shifts slightly and feels the very nearly dead weight of allura against him. he turns again, setting his hands on her shoulders and letting her fall a little more heavily against him.
well. this is. the situation he's in now.
it takes a few moments before he decides the best course of action, slowly scooting them both back onto the bed. he's not sure he could get up without waking her, or if he could lift her straight up from the bed. he also doesn't want to wake her, so in a moment of genius he decides to just scoot back on her bed and pull her with him. very.....slowly..... ]
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as allura pulls her legs up, lance shifts so that she's more comfortable, turning slightly so her head isn't only on his extremely bony shoulder. he's focused on this movement when she says those words - you're a good friend - and lance pauses. there's a pang in his chest, something sharp and deep that he's become all too familiar with, but he feels himself smile all the same. still, he lets the words hang in the air between them for a few moments before he pulls himself a bit more together to answer, none of that earlier pain evident in his voice. ]
So are- [ he's about to say you, about to tell allura that she really should be getting back to bed, that the snore happens. the sound is sudden and lance freezes when he hears it, unsure of what it is for a moment before it dawns on him.
is allura...asleep? ]
.....princess? [ nothing. lance shifts slightly and feels the very nearly dead weight of allura against him. he turns again, setting his hands on her shoulders and letting her fall a little more heavily against him.
well. this is. the situation he's in now.
it takes a few moments before he decides the best course of action, slowly scooting them both back onto the bed. he's not sure he could get up without waking her, or if he could lift her straight up from the bed. he also doesn't want to wake her, so in a moment of genius he decides to just scoot back on her bed and pull her with him. very.....slowly..... ]