[ lance doesn't know what is happening around them. he has ideas, clues that have been shared, but really? truly? nothing. if prompto said hell no we're leaving lance wouldn't judge or blame him.

but being a part of voltron has....given him perspective. and being around a lot of people who don't like to talk about what they're feeling, it's gotten easier to pick up on ticks. on little things.

lance, without thinking, reaches out and sets his hand on prompto's shoulder - tilting his head to find his eyes. lance's expression is fairly calm, persistent, like there's no room to argue. ]

You won't know unless you try. [ because as much as lance wants to say you won't or it's going to be okay, he doesn't know that, and can't bring himself to lie like that. ] And I'll have your back. You won't be going in there alone. [ a beat, and the he squeezes prompto's shoulder. ]

And if it's bad, we bail. { a hint of a smile, encouraging. ] You can do this, we can. Okay?