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Pidge finally recovered her self-control. She was not going to lose to her anxiety, she realized it’s what made her take things out of proportion. She has so much to look forward tomorrow so fading to mental illnesses is useless. Sometimes it’s good to take the time to focus on the big picture. It’s a phone, a form of electricity. It isn’t as important as her mind makes it out be. Breathe and everything will be alright.
As Pidge walked back to the other she heard the voice of Shiro. “Hey, Pidge, sorry for my overreaction. I’ll watch out next time.”
Pidge appreciated the thought. “Apology accepted, also sorry for scratching your jacket…how bad is it?”
“Huh, oh it’s…” Shiro looked at the marks on his chest. “It’s not that bad.”
Hunk gave his original stank-face, “Are you kidding? You literally have a five-inch cut all the way across your back.” A heavy sigh was heard, “just give me the damn thing. I’ll sew it up.”
Shiro wasn’t sure if Hunk was being serious. “Are you sure? I mean, thank you.”
“Yes, I’m sure.” He turned to Pidge. “Because you caused this, you can carry this.”
She was hurt, “bruh! I don’t- what- fine, just this once…First off, how do you know how to sew?”
Hunk gave off a wholehearted smile. “Momma taught me everything I know.”
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It was quiet, but it was warm. He was isolated, but he was happy. Hunk was back at the castle sitting in his room. He learned a lot today, not just about Pidge, but about himself. It felt good to reach into such a dark place and pour his spirit out. He was vulnerable today and he hated the feeling. The sensation of defenseless emotion felt like a kid stuck in a tree for too long. The apprehension would grow bigger and bigger as he waited. Like they say, the higher the climb, the harder you fall. So, the longer he let the anxiety build-up, the worse it would be to recover.
Being able to talk to Pidge, someone he trusted and loved, gave a better familiarity of his emotions and how they should be handled. He never comprehended how toxic it can be to hold in those thoughts. Every once and a while, it’s good to just ramble about the things bugging you in life, whether they are measurable or boundless.
It was time to cool off. Hunk knew his limits and today he certainly reached those. He also knew his ways of coping with his anxiety. It didn’t occur to him that both Pidge and he have more in common in areas like these. A small piece that they kept with them near and far.
Hunk taped his photograph to the wall. It presented a soft, flowy outline of Momma. She was still wearing the clothing Hunk patched up for her when he was younger. She was outside near an old tree giving a thumbs-up. The concept of the pose made him laugh. Momma was uncooperative when it came to photos. She graduated veterinary school. With that said, Hunk forced her to put on the iconic stitched-up-scrubs and take a photo for memories to come. Of course, the problem was that her instinctive pose was a thumbs-up with her eyes closed! But at least she was still smiling. That’s all Hunk wanted to remember, the way she glowed when she smiled.
Shiro’s shirt still had gaping holes in it and it wasn’t going to repair itself. Hunk quickly got to work on the vest. Now that he had more experience in sewing, it came with ease. The thread weaved through the cloth reminding him of how happy Hunk used to be sewing his mother’s clothing. It was a good memory, but now he gets to make new memories with people who also loved him. He valued every single person here: Pidge, Shiro, Lance, Keith, Allura, Coran, Matt, even the mice. Every single life-form here, Hunk cared about and they always returned the favor.
It was the best thing about life, giving to others and watching them give right back. Seeing the mutual acknowledgment and admiration towards one another is what kept the universe going, it’s what keeps Hunk going.