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Finally, all the meetings are over.
Lance is relieved, but there’s something about leaving that… doesn’t quite sit well with him. And he thinks he knows what it is.
He doesn’t want to leave Yorak. For some reason. Maybe it’s because he’s the first person who’s been nice to Lance in a while. Maybe it’s because he reminds him of Keith. Maybe it’s because during the movement he was here, he started to develop a tiny, barely-there, crush on Yorak.
Because of course he did.
“Well, I suppose this is farewell, Paladins.” Krolia’s voice cuts through his thoughts.
Allura nods stiffly. “We have big plans for the Blades. I hope our alliance is strong.”
Shiro looks over at Allura and raises his eyebrow, but says nothing.
Krolia holds out her hand and Shiro shakes it. Then Allura shakes it. Hunk and Pidge refuse to shake it.
Krolia walks up to Lance and holds out her hand. Lance accepts it and shakes it loosely. She nods to him and then turns around and walks away.
“Well, that’s over.” Pidge says, sighing and rubbing their eyes under their glasses.
“Um,” Lance mutters. “I forgot something!”
“What?” Hunk says. “What did you forget?”
“Just… something. I’ll be right back! Don’t leave without me!”
And with that, Lance takes off running.
—---—
Yorak isn’t sure what he was expecting on the Paladin’s last day here, but it certainly wasn’t a sweaty Lance running after him.
“Yorak! Wait.”
Yorak stops and turns around, crossing his arms.
“What do you want, Blue Paladin?”
“My name is Lance, dude. But I just wanted to say goodbye.”
“Alright. Bye.”
Yorak takes a step back, ready to leave, when Lance wraps him up in a tight hug. Yorak carefully wraps his arms around Lance, nuzzling into his shoulder.
“Dude, are you purring?”
“It’s a Galra thing. I can’t control it, asshole.”
“I don’t have an issue with it. I think it’s kinda cute, if I’m being honest.”
Yorak grumbles and Lance laughs.
“Bye, Yorak, call me, alright?”
“Will do. Bye Lance.”
Lance lets go of Yorak and walks away, pausing one time to turn around and wave. Once he’s out of sight, Yorak sinks down onto the floor, leaning against the wall, head in his hands.
Fuck.
He’s falling for Lance again. And he will love him until he dies.
—---—
About a movement later, Lance gets a call from Yorak.
“Hey, man! Good to see you! Did you get taller?”
“Yes.”
“I was just joking! How tall are you?”
“Six foot four.”
“What the quiznack? How’s you get so tall?”
“It’s a Galra thing.”
“Yes, but you’re only half Galra! Were you a tall human?”
“No. I was pretty short.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
They talk about three vargas before Lance is almost falling asleep to the sound of Yorak’s voice.
“You fallin’ asleep, darlin’?”
Lance yawns. “Why do you sound southern?”
“Because I am. I’m from Texas, dipshit. I sound more southern when I’m tired.”
“Oh, you’re tired, darlin’?”
“My goodness, that was awful.”
“What? I have the best southern impression ever!”
“No, I’m afraid you don’t.”
Lance gasps dramatically.
“But seriously, you should get some rest.”
“Fine. But so should you.”
“I will, don’t worry about me.”
“Are you sure you’re not going to go train?”
Yorak falls silent. A few ticks later, he speaks.
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Noo! Yorak! Don’t leave me!”
“Bye, Lance.” Yorak says, laughing.
“Bye.”
Yorak hangs up. And Lance stares at the ceiling lost in thought.
His mind is swirling with images of Yorak’s smile, his laugh. His tail, his grace while training.
Quiznack.
Lance is so far gone for this boy.